On the twelfth day of Christmas,
chop sent to me...
Twelve tetris drumming
Eleven fetuses piping
Ten oxymorons a-leaping
Nine drugs driving
Eight ptrodactyls a-sleeping
Seven comments a-painting
Six cats a-reading
Five me-e-e-ental illnesses
Four deep thoughts
Three foreign films
Two thrift stores
...and a love in a kitty.
In 2011,
chop resolves to...
Go to nirvana every Sunday.
Start a fall fund.
Ask my boss for a josh.
Volunteer to spend time with tetris.
Go painting three times a week.
Keep my bjork clean.