Christmas Eve

All right, I have nothing else to write, so I'm going to describe the day's events. Keep in mind, it's Christmas Eve.

I ate at Angkor, a Southeast Asian restaurant. Where in Southeast Asia? Didn't say.

I walked the dog, in a fascinating ensemble - a cross between a homeless man and a killer. With my stunning grey London Fog trenchcoat, grey cargo pants, Aldo plain black shoes, and ten dollar Wal-Mart dark blue skimask. I thought about fight scenes during the way.

I went to Church. Priest made an interesting point - The Nativity scene is presented in such a sanitized way, but it was actually done in a filthy cave, and our Saviour was born in a feeding trough.

I came home and ate. Then we watched a movie - The Santa Clause. Cutesy movie, trying to be ironic.

Then I played Grand Theft Auto. My character CJ was betrayed! Gasp and horror! Now, he must kill even more people! But, oh well, he got a psychopathic girlfriend as concilation.

I went on the internet after that. I wrote, and looked up wacky news, and the biggest skyscrapers.

Porn. Boobs. Fuck. Titties.

Just to make sure you were paying attention.

Adios.