New love: Hamlet 2
Every time I turn on the radio I know that either "Circus" or "Womanizer" will be on. I seriously only turn the radio on because I get the feeling that one of the two is playing, then I turn it off with the accomplished feeling that comes only from reassuring yourself that you are psychic.
I slept over at my dad's house on Christmas Eve and since half of he populations of Canada and Tennessee were at my house, I slept on an air mattress practically under the tree (which was being held up by strings so that if the cat jumped into the tree it wouldn't fall on me)
I also spent my holiday with a bunch of Peruvians and Koreans. The only thing everyone from every country I spent the day with had in common was that they were all drunk. Oh. The. Memories.
Someone scribbled on the front of my Christmas card to make sure the pen was working. It made me smile.
We sang Happy Birthday to Jesus at the insistence of the Korean grandmother. It was pretty awful.
A little Korean boy ran around the house with a toy gun all night and pretended to shoot himself in the head in various ways. When I was his age I thought the only way you could die was to be shot in the heart. He proceeded to shoot himself in the head more frequently when we begged him not to. That little boy is going to end up institutionalized or in a gang. If he's lucky, it'll be both.
I party right.
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