When people tell me that the Magic was inside me all along. I always assume that they mean Necromancy. That would explain all the evil.
Well, I hope you all had a good Christmas. Mine went well and no one died a painful death so that’s positive. My house is now slightly more full of useless pieces of plastic that my children think are awesome for some weird reason.
I got an entire month’s worth of fresh socks for which I’m pretty happy. I submit to you that there is no greater pleasure in life than a brand new pair of socks. I swear by almighty Cthulhu that if I ever become rich my one single ridiculous expenditure will be to buy so many socks that I will NEVER wear the same pair twice.
That’s what I call motivation to succeed.
I got sun for Christmas. No seriously, it was raining the day before Christmas(and eerily foggy the night before) and it’s pouring now. If only it would get cold enough to snow.
I’d take the sun. I hate winter…. and summer… and fall… and 90% of spring. There’s only about ten days out of the year I’m happy with the season.
It sounds like North Dakota weather.
Unfortunately, our weather sucks 90% of the time. Good thing we have our covered wagons and log cabins to keep us warm
I had to work on christmas. I usually buy my dad some wool socks.
I try never to wear shoes if I can help it. Socks are my favorite thing. Fresh brand new socks. It takes very little to make me happy I suppose.
That’s weird.
I new a guy a long time ago who was a Born Again Christian. He made the same comment about socks.
So if this is coming from an Undead Guy and a Born Again Guy, it must be true!
I assure you it’s not a religious thing, it’s simply that a fresh pair of socks is the closest thing to heaven you can experience in this lifetime.
Wait that might be a religious thing. I shall start a church of my own dedicated to my new sock dogma.