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the holidays-in brief and slightly rhyming
twas 4 nights before christmastime and all through the house
not a kellie was stirring, but everyone else was
the ornaments were hung on the plastic tree with care
whilst someone removed all the fucking knobs from my
kitchen cabinets and drawers
on charles on leeska back to kzoo...gunther i really need to call you
days later the girls all gathered round the tv
for season six part 2 of SITC which ended so happily
with dissapointing alternate endings....once again not a kellie
was stirring but everone else was...there were cosmos and martinis
galore...and people picked on poor kellie because they can't
use ps2 controllers
the once was a hot lady named schmessica who deserves to be
blinging and balling out of controlling however christmas became
a creepy nightmare of dvd sized proportions...which works out for me
because i will steal this lady happily.
then came new years where much drinking was done
whilst steve dry heaved on the floor for hours alone
people came and they went in a flutter (which rhymes with stutter but fits no where in this production)
beckas fabelhaft flashy stockings were hung on the chimmny with care
there was candy and toys everywhere as well as extra stockings, a gold clutch, and gina's cell phone. 200 hundred cigerettes I failed to watch
but courtney love would surely approve of the end of the night
when Meglynn's spot in bed was eagerly filled
next morning i cleaned ashtreys that spilled
frosting on stuff (you rock betz)and went zombie style to
flat rock for the most painful day ever
2005 had begun with a bang but was to be topped on the second day
as I went to Detroit to a drag show-it is fabulous to be gay
we drank long islands in plastic cups next to the runway
as the glorious review danced above us looking way hotter
in drag than us who were born with our boobs and are actually women.
It was a wonderful time to be alive and usually asleep this winter break.
I didn't eat a single fucking cookie/chip/cupcake/cake/ice cream. I can't believe I stayed on track(ish). Normally my new year's resolution is to continue to be a badass, but this year it is to lose the last 30 pounds, get going on a graduate program and maybe start my novel, write more short stories, and tweak my poetry....HOWEVER, most of all I will continue to be as badass as humanly possable! I don't use enough exclamation points.
HAPPY NEW YEAR ALL
twas 4 nights before christmastime and all through the house
not a kellie was stirring, but everyone else was
the ornaments were hung on the plastic tree with care
whilst someone removed all the fucking knobs from my
kitchen cabinets and drawers
on charles on leeska back to kzoo...gunther i really need to call you
days later the girls all gathered round the tv
for season six part 2 of SITC which ended so happily
with dissapointing alternate endings....once again not a kellie
was stirring but everone else was...there were cosmos and martinis
galore...and people picked on poor kellie because they can't
use ps2 controllers
the once was a hot lady named schmessica who deserves to be
blinging and balling out of controlling however christmas became
a creepy nightmare of dvd sized proportions...which works out for me
because i will steal this lady happily.
then came new years where much drinking was done
whilst steve dry heaved on the floor for hours alone
people came and they went in a flutter (which rhymes with stutter but fits no where in this production)
beckas fabelhaft flashy stockings were hung on the chimmny with care
there was candy and toys everywhere as well as extra stockings, a gold clutch, and gina's cell phone. 200 hundred cigerettes I failed to watch
but courtney love would surely approve of the end of the night
when Meglynn's spot in bed was eagerly filled
next morning i cleaned ashtreys that spilled
frosting on stuff (you rock betz)and went zombie style to
flat rock for the most painful day ever
2005 had begun with a bang but was to be topped on the second day
as I went to Detroit to a drag show-it is fabulous to be gay
we drank long islands in plastic cups next to the runway
as the glorious review danced above us looking way hotter
in drag than us who were born with our boobs and are actually women.
It was a wonderful time to be alive and usually asleep this winter break.
I didn't eat a single fucking cookie/chip/cupcake/cake/ice cream. I can't believe I stayed on track(ish). Normally my new year's resolution is to continue to be a badass, but this year it is to lose the last 30 pounds, get going on a graduate program and maybe start my novel, write more short stories, and tweak my poetry....HOWEVER, most of all I will continue to be as badass as humanly possable! I don't use enough exclamation points.
HAPPY NEW YEAR ALL