Christmas is less than a week away and I am miserable. Tis the season to be jolly? What for? I saw an old high school crush earlier this week. It was not nice to see her. In fact it was very disheartening to even engage in small talk with her. I found myself contemplating the effects of a large boulder falling on her head and how that would bring a brief, albeit intense, joyous feeling. Today I had the distinct pleasure of conversing with my high school physics teacher. I feebly attempted to lie about my life and successes but ultimately she saw through my ruse. I guess saying your best friend is a seven year old psychopath is not terribly positive revelation. Well at least Saddam the pussy-rat was captured. I find some solace in that fact however, I would have preferred that he was discovered gutted with his genitalia placed in his mouth. Maybe just maybe if Santa is reading this blog entry, or truly does have god-like powers of omniscience, he will make that happen. If he is reluctant to commit himself to the cause vigilante justice, I wouldn't be disappointed if he brought me a nubile twenty-two year old, blue-eyed, blonde haired, amply bosomed virgin lady for Christmas.

One can hope

Go to hell