You'll be doing alright
But I'll have a blue (blue blue blue) Christmas.
Happy Thanks(fornothing)giving.
That's not entirely true. The day as of now has been neither entirely happy nor thankless.
And if I weren't slowly losing blood, I'd be even more thankful.
Reasons I'm thankful:
1. Grandpa managed to make everyone in the restaurant uncomfortable by yelling on the top of his lungs that everyone in there truly was old!
2. Laura. I'd love to elaborate, but I just can't add anything to such a comprehensive response to the prompt. I love Laura to death. Even when I'm hating her and worrying myself sick over her, I love her.
3. It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas. I don't like Christmas very much, but I certainly love the look, the smell, the feel of winter and its many holidays, specifically Christmas. I love everyone's excitement. I love Secret Santas.
4. Courtney. Here's to new and less annoying friends. (Even if he is a compulsive kleptomaniac.)
5. Gingerbread cookies. If I liked ginger, I'd be eating them constantly. Until I acquire such a taste, I'll simply adore the smell and look of them. Last year Miera strung them on thick red and green ribbons and hung them around the house, spreading their lovely aroma.
6. Mistletoe. Where the hell is the mistletoe? I've never stood underneath mistletoe, but it always brings a smile to my face at the Christmas Eve party when people stand underneath the dried spinach we pretend is mistletoe and kiss. Thier red noses touch and the cold seems to melt away, even for the rest of the people in the house. It's simply lovely.
7. Mixtapes. I think I would simply melt at the feet of anyone who made me one. Especially if it didn't suck.
8. My daddy. I miss him a lot right now. But he's in town, so I hope I see him sometime. I think that would be lovely. Yeah. I think that'd be very nice.
9. White Christmas. I want to watch White Christmas real bad. It seems like that would be so lovely. To watch it, and eat gingerbread during the commercials, with a fire in the fireplace. I want to hear Bing sing. With someone warm near by.
10. Frank Sinatra. The voice. Why can't he sing to me all the time? I think I deserve it.
And what did [he] do? [He] thought about [me].
Happy Thanks(fornothing)giving.
That's not entirely true. The day as of now has been neither entirely happy nor thankless.
And if I weren't slowly losing blood, I'd be even more thankful.
Reasons I'm thankful:
1. Grandpa managed to make everyone in the restaurant uncomfortable by yelling on the top of his lungs that everyone in there truly was old!
2. Laura. I'd love to elaborate, but I just can't add anything to such a comprehensive response to the prompt. I love Laura to death. Even when I'm hating her and worrying myself sick over her, I love her.
3. It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas. I don't like Christmas very much, but I certainly love the look, the smell, the feel of winter and its many holidays, specifically Christmas. I love everyone's excitement. I love Secret Santas.
4. Courtney. Here's to new and less annoying friends. (Even if he is a compulsive kleptomaniac.)
5. Gingerbread cookies. If I liked ginger, I'd be eating them constantly. Until I acquire such a taste, I'll simply adore the smell and look of them. Last year Miera strung them on thick red and green ribbons and hung them around the house, spreading their lovely aroma.
6. Mistletoe. Where the hell is the mistletoe? I've never stood underneath mistletoe, but it always brings a smile to my face at the Christmas Eve party when people stand underneath the dried spinach we pretend is mistletoe and kiss. Thier red noses touch and the cold seems to melt away, even for the rest of the people in the house. It's simply lovely.
7. Mixtapes. I think I would simply melt at the feet of anyone who made me one. Especially if it didn't suck.
8. My daddy. I miss him a lot right now. But he's in town, so I hope I see him sometime. I think that would be lovely. Yeah. I think that'd be very nice.
9. White Christmas. I want to watch White Christmas real bad. It seems like that would be so lovely. To watch it, and eat gingerbread during the commercials, with a fire in the fireplace. I want to hear Bing sing. With someone warm near by.
10. Frank Sinatra. The voice. Why can't he sing to me all the time? I think I deserve it.
And what did [he] do? [He] thought about [me].