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You know, I was going to write a post about why I actually dread Christmas, and how of course I can't even escape it in space, but screw that. I give up. I'm officially locking myself in my room, and I'm not coming out until the new year. Someone please tell me when the Christmas decorations and snow are gone.
Steve, this is not an invitation to drop by any time soon. This is the opposite of that.
Everyone else, on the off chance you've been lucky enough to not notice, consider this a PSA: the mistletoe is dangerous and seems to have some mind-altering properties. I'd suggest avoiding it if at all possible.
[ After several hours... ]
[encrypted to Steve]
Okay, just because I don't want you dropping by doesn't mean I don't want to know you're still alive. No profuse and awkward apologies?
At least let me know you got home. If you're trapped in an alley somewhere with a woman attached to your lips, let me know and I'll send a rescue party.
Steve, this is not an invitation to drop by any time soon. This is the opposite of that.
Everyone else, on the off chance you've been lucky enough to not notice, consider this a PSA: the mistletoe is dangerous and seems to have some mind-altering properties. I'd suggest avoiding it if at all possible.
[ After several hours... ]
[encrypted to Steve]
Okay, just because I don't want you dropping by doesn't mean I don't want to know you're still alive. No profuse and awkward apologies?
At least let me know you got home. If you're trapped in an alley somewhere with a woman attached to your lips, let me know and I'll send a rescue party.