Yet another month has snuck away from me, escaped into the night like a lover that somehow managed to tear free of the cheap wooden chair you had her taped to.
December’s here once more, which means that there are going to be all sorts of tree-related fires, alcohol-related car accidents, and toy-related fatalities. Also, it means that my birthday’s coming up, so buy me presents, okay? Lots of them, and make ‘em cool—preferably toys, but DVDs will work, too, or money.
By reading this article, or even scanning it, or even being in or around the vicinity of it, you agree to buy me presents for my birthday, or give me money so that I can buy them myself.
But enough about me. Let’s talk about you:
Glad you’re all back again. I hope you all have a great holiday season, and if you don’t I hope that you write all about it so that I can bask in your misery.