A very Davis Christmas
I'll say this first and foremost, blame my lack of comments on the fact that every fucking single post for the past day or so has been a goddamn "welcome wagon" type post to state a screen name and a thanks for the rec. Don't get me wrong, I'm a gentleman and all and when it comes to saying thank you I'll be glad to tip my cowboy hat and give you a wink, but when it comes down to seeing the same fucking thing over and over again..well. it goes without saying that it irritates the shit out of me.
Onto more pleasantries. Haha is that a word? I think I just made it up.
I've been feeling rather badly about the substance of what I write lately. Ever since Sanoe and I have been involved, I've gotten to know so many damn amazing new people who would probably never have given me a second look. Not that I blame them, I'm just glad to have the chance to actually see and get a glimpse of what goes on in their heads. I swear to God people like Howie Day and Asia Argento can make a goddamn hamburger sound poetic and romantic. Color me envious and even in awe. I look forward to reading everyone's updates (or almost everyone, some of you make me want to hit the ill bong and never be sober again) and learning things piece by piece.
Christmas was interesting this year. For the past few years of my life I've always gone home to be with my family (although much to my displeasure at times) and every year I always wanted to have my own tradition, to start my own family. Don't get any weird ideas, I'm not talking kids here. But Sanoe, my pooches, Ashley and Jared (and yes maybe even Templeton) were definitely pleasurable and worthwhile company. We fielded calls left and right from our families, and then we proceeded to pass the phone onto one another, her mother speaking in her fast tongue, my father's long, drawn out accented speech. Ashley got a kick out of me trying to pass the phone off as soon as I was able. For that I forced her to speak to both my parents while I proceeded to hide in the broom closet, my head under a mop.
Contrary to popular belief, I did not throttle Jared. He and I actually had some quality bonding time while the women of the house indulged in multiple alcoholic beverages. It's hard to believe but Sanoe can still outdrink Ashley, which never ceases to impress me. I end up falling in love all over again.
She asked for copies of my movies on DVD. I put a hunk of coal in the bottom of her stocking for that one. Later in the evening I attempted to douse each disc in flammable matter, but alas I failed thanks to unfair distractions of scantily clad outfits. I know more hiding places then I let on. One of these days I'm going to steal them all without warning.
I seem to come around at the worst times.
Onto more pleasantries. Haha is that a word? I think I just made it up.
I've been feeling rather badly about the substance of what I write lately. Ever since Sanoe and I have been involved, I've gotten to know so many damn amazing new people who would probably never have given me a second look. Not that I blame them, I'm just glad to have the chance to actually see and get a glimpse of what goes on in their heads. I swear to God people like Howie Day and Asia Argento can make a goddamn hamburger sound poetic and romantic. Color me envious and even in awe. I look forward to reading everyone's updates (or almost everyone, some of you make me want to hit the ill bong and never be sober again) and learning things piece by piece.
Christmas was interesting this year. For the past few years of my life I've always gone home to be with my family (although much to my displeasure at times) and every year I always wanted to have my own tradition, to start my own family. Don't get any weird ideas, I'm not talking kids here. But Sanoe, my pooches, Ashley and Jared (and yes maybe even Templeton) were definitely pleasurable and worthwhile company. We fielded calls left and right from our families, and then we proceeded to pass the phone onto one another, her mother speaking in her fast tongue, my father's long, drawn out accented speech. Ashley got a kick out of me trying to pass the phone off as soon as I was able. For that I forced her to speak to both my parents while I proceeded to hide in the broom closet, my head under a mop.
Contrary to popular belief, I did not throttle Jared. He and I actually had some quality bonding time while the women of the house indulged in multiple alcoholic beverages. It's hard to believe but Sanoe can still outdrink Ashley, which never ceases to impress me. I end up falling in love all over again.
She asked for copies of my movies on DVD. I put a hunk of coal in the bottom of her stocking for that one. Later in the evening I attempted to douse each disc in flammable matter, but alas I failed thanks to unfair distractions of scantily clad outfits. I know more hiding places then I let on. One of these days I'm going to steal them all without warning.
I seem to come around at the worst times.