I'm a glutton for punishment

I've officially been bitten by the Christmas spirit. Between the parade of ice storms, tacky red and green paraphernalia, the nauseating T.V. specials, and a kitchen full of chocolate covered sugar-rushes, it finally feels like Christmas.

I went to a Christmas/Escape-Our-Present-Lives party in Maryland this weekend with some of my college friends. We are all basically in similar situations so it was good for all of us to get away, hang out, drink, and be merry. And now I'm awaiting the inevitable emergence of flattering pictures they can blackmail me with later.

But at least Baby Jesus is happy...


I'm getting nothing but a bushel of coal for Christmas this year. If Santa existed I would be on the Naughty list for sure.

I have no regrets, perhaps I was tired of trying to please everyone else and wanted to escape from their claustrophobic barriers. After living by myself for so long, I discovered my ability to make my life my own, even if it meant going against what I have been told to believe was wrong.

But you know, maybe it isn't.