(turns out all you need to turn a non-holiday sweater into a holiday sweater is booze, balls, and pins; in that order.)
i've had no choice all week but to dwell yet again on how immune i am to the holidays. don't get me wrong, december's my favorite month of the year; i just haven't gotten completely swept up in the festivities in years. the things i look forward to the most about the holidays are so simple: cold and blustery conditions (we've been known to dip down into the 50's here in l.a...at night), blowing people away with ironic gifts (shipping cases of natty ice to friends back in arizona because the postage is twice as expensive as the gift), death cab's cover of darlene love's 'christmas (baby please come home)', and knowing new year's is only a week away.
in the end, the holiday season gives me a reason to miss everyone i don't have out here (you all know who you are) just a little bit more... and i'm pretty content with that.
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I too am a fan of commas. Not so much a "comment" comment, but still.
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