Tis the Season to....

Some may say that it's the twinkling lights, symbolizing hope in the darkness of the winter soltice...

Some may say it's the angelic harmonies created by choirs....causing cheer and happiness to flow melodiously through our hearts.

Some more say it's the promise of thoughtful gifts...getting what you truly wanted....giving from the heart....the genuine sparkle and dazzle of love that shrouds us all as we bask in its glow.

I say, it's the Ativan.

Some drugs are good.

And some are better.

I've strung garlands of orange prescription bottles all throughout the house. Hey, love me - love my limitations.

You Can't Have Everything. Where Would You Put It?

I've actually considered shutting down the blog because I never seem to write in it. But perhaps all that will change...

See....the whole working for a living thing sucks up inordinate amounts of time.

Then there are children.

Then ...there's nothing really after that. I tried to do another play. I got the lead! (Yay me!!) But I had to bail because The Company That Shall Not Be Named is sending me on a Business French course and then to Montreal and I'm so psyched about that.

In fact, OHMIGODIAMSOEXCITED!

It's all so....French! I'm going to buy a beret and start smoking Gauloises. I'm cultivating my chicness.

Of course, you know what this means, don't you? The Most Important Thing To Do Now....is...

Go shopping.

Well, duh!

I've got to look the part don't I?

Mind you, I think that I am supposed to be actually working in Montreal. Perhaps I can squeeze it in before the shops open.

Thanks fer Nuthin'

Here's a little helper letter for anyone who feels the need.

Dear..............................

I'm writing to express my gratitude for
-zero
-zippo
-zilch
-pffft

When I needed you, you gave me
-nil
-diddly
-squat
-diddly squat

You never missed an opportunity to make me feel
-noncorporeal
-phatasmagorical
-immaterial
-fictive

The world's going to pot thanks to people like you who contribute
-nichts
-nichevo
-nihil
-ni regrettes, ni rien, ta ta

If I call on you in the future, I can rest assured that you will do
-not a lick
-less than little
-the big 0
as they say in tennis, "Love"

Yours untruly,
Until pigs fly,
Like a snowball in hell,
Thanks for nothing.

Signed........................................