All I Want for Christmas

First things first, I've decided what I really want for Christmas. It's not too much to offer but I'd like one of her. I'll accept most substitutes too, but ho-lay fawwwk she's cute. She's Australian too, go figure. What is it with Australians and me? I don't know. Every time I meet one (not like I've met her) I always find something about them... maybe its because they're always sooo damnnn cuuuuuttttee. :) Anyways, once my drool fest is over I'll mop up the mess and find something else to write about.

She reminds me of someone else I know... one who'd get the same praise, if not more...

click it for the full picture... she's not naked, fear not young ones.

Radical Music

What? You expected me to leave out something about music this time around didn't you? I don't think so Jimmy. How can I deal without something to do with music? I know I'm a loser but I'd turn to you. It's not my fault Pile of Crap is my last resort to express myself. However, only you can get me through this. It's good to know that you'll be ok.

I got stuck in a moment and I can't get out of it. At least I can say it's good to breathe the air... what's left of it anyways. As long as I don't let the sunset on tomorrow before it rises today I might be fine when I refuse the grand design.

It may be time to switch to black coffee, the cream is getting to my head. It's just more natural I suppose.

As long as I reach for the stars, and never let myself down again, perhaps I can think of all the bubbles of love we made...

Relax, It's only Life.

Whenever I decide to move out and wherever it may be to I have very few requirements for my new placement. I need a big-ass bathtub (not just for my big ass either). Not just for me, but for the one above, and all those bubbles.

Yep, bubbles rule. Why though? I mean, for the most part they're on top of the water and you're under it. Other than surrounding your neck and maybe a knee or something that has surfaced, there just isn't much contact. But never the less they are one of life's more comforting items. Need another example of something comforting? See above.

Fun things to do with the bubbles - when alone or with someone - would be to make Smurf hats, Santa's beard, and just blow them around. You can't deny it, you've all done that before. Unless I'm really the only one, then what the hell am I babbling about the bubbles for?

So, go now, fire up the bath and load up the bubbles... you just want to now, don't you?

[ fine print: if you can name 10 of the 17 songs I referred to in radical music I'll send you a cd with them all on it... send your guesses... all 17 and you get an extra cd containing your choice of songs... first 10 weeners only :) ]