I'm Wishing You A Merry Christmas HereI imagine I’ll be reading most of your Christmas well-wishes in July while the tire sales are going on.I’m doing well in school. That is my only present to you. It is also the explanation as to why I haven’t read any of your journals or updated since the Diabetes Bike Ride I begged all of you money for (I actually did really well in that. I want to do the 64-mile trek next year) Also, if I called any of you this semester asking for help in class because of your knowledge in a particular medicinal field, I probably will again because I have to retake that class. If I didn’t call you, and you do have particular knowledge in a certain medical field, it was because I don’t have your number. That is your fault! My phone number is (225)WET-BARF. Call it sometime! (after Christmas, though. I'm hanging with my family tonight and tomorrow) I'll even answer if you promise not to sell me shit. Oh! And Schizophrenia is not multiple personality disorder, no matter what Me Myself & Irene says. Now you’ll stop looking like a jackass at parties. Or you can make other people look like jackasses. Either way, you're welcome. Merry Christmas. I want to give one of those generic “Happy Holidays” as well, but last I checked I have two Jewish readers, one athiest, and every one else celebrates Christmas. So instead: Happy Hannuka Joyful Godless Day, you Sodomite and Merry Christmas. And here is your present. Yes, I’m regifting. I’ll see you all this summer to report I only have a semester to go…I hope. And to read your hundreds of journals. |
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