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I'm typing this straight into the little box thing, while watching First Knight on TV.
Why is it that during the glad tidings and such of the Christmas season, we (meaning everyone) spend most of the time vegging out watching movies and eating chocolate.
They say chocolate is an aphrodisiac.
I wonder, sometimes, if the ominous 'they' are always right. I mean, shit they say a lot of things, they must lie sometimes, mustn’t they.
So if they are only right some of the time, who is right the rest of the time?
Anyway, Christmas day was odd, and I hate describing full days, so I’ll tease you with snippets of my day.
Although we just met Char and 'Kaila on Sunday, I thought it best to give them gifts, rather than turn up empty-handed. After all, they could end up being my cousins one day.
I gave Char a copy of 25th Hour, and Kaila got 'A child called It' by David Pelzer.
Both good books, each in its own right.
Just like the girls.
NB: From here on out Char and 'Kaila will be referred to as 'the girls'.
Movies the girls and I watched while munching on chocolate on Christmas Day:
The Scorpion King
Ali G Indahouse
The Wedding Singer
Lord of The Rings
That's quite a long list, isn't it? Good thing I've seen them all before, because we weren't really paying much attention to the TV, generic bull-shitting seemed to appeal more, with occasional tickle-fights and pillow fights and other girly fights without anyone actually getting hurt.
I kicked Kaila's ass a lot though, cause she kept on standing up during the movies. and my foot could only reach her ass.
Thusly, I kicked her ass.
Kaila went to sleep after Scrooged, while Char and I went and watched Lord of the Rings.
There were some drawing pads on the floor, her little brother had been sketching stuff, I think he could be the anti-Christ. the stuff he had drawn suggests links to the dark side.
Anyway, I suggested that she draw something, don't really recall why I asked her to, but she did. She drew an owl, and a perfect female body from the back, and John Lennon, and a perfect face with a perfect nose. (Vital piece of information there.)
I said "You draw nose's well, they're hard." (there goes the vital info.)
"It was the only thing I couldn't do in art, so I perfected it. Goodnight."
And with that, she was gone.
I fell asleep on the couch soon after, and woke up 3 hours later, at 5am, fresh as morning dew.
That's a nice metaphor isn't it? Fresh as morning dew...Ahem, anyway.
I'm just glad they didn't say I was funny. I would've got all Joe Pesci in Goodfellas on them.
Funny? Funny how? Am I here you to AMUSE YOU?