It's been a struggle of a Christmas season. A struggle to keep my Christmas spirit. The tree's fallen twice, three ornaments have broken. I've wrapped the same present three times now because the paper got wet, along with a bunch more. My grand plans for Christmas Eve (making creepy crawlies in Drake's new toy he'd open tonight) ended poorly when I ( Read more... )

I took advantage of that lovely mass privacy editing tool to lock my entire journal in one fell swoop. I chose to lock them all because of those few sucky people that exist out there that you absolutely don't want reading an iota of your life. Know the kind I mean? The really sucky ones ( Read more... )