Greetings Hostages and lurkers (WTF is wrong with you?), and welcome to Monday, December 17. Christmas is sorta soon, so you should probably plan to shop soon. Well, eventually. I mean, you’ve got a little more than a week, so really, you could probably put it off a little longer. Why rush now what you could put off and rush later. I’m gonna, but mostly because I’ve started to really detest Giftmas.
I love Christmas, please don’t misunderstand me, I just hate the weird gift-giving traditions that have become attached to it. In my family, at least, it’s become an annual exchange of useless tokens or gift cards. I’ve also become something of a Grinch about all the Christmas specials and traditions that are wholly secular, like Frosty or Rudolph, or even Santa, really. Baby Jesus or GTFO, pretty much (that feels wrong to write, but I can’t be more succinct). Linus, though, Linus is the man. You know the speech, you’ve heard it. The older I get, the more I see that true part of the holiday fading (holiday = Holy Day, get it?), and the ascension of the Hallmark Giftmas version. Makes me kinda sick.
Now, moving on to happier things.
Curls are happier, right?
I think she’s sick of the Christmas/Giftmas crap I’m talking. She’s got a look like she’s about to throw some serious attitude.
This one’s ready to whack some balls.
Li’l bench pressin’ here.
Something beautiful is happening here.
She might need some shoes or something.
I’m of the opinion that this sort of poat really ought to include a snatch.
I may have posted this image before. I don’t care. Socks.
Have a good Monday, good people.
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