
I bet when Jesus was born and the three wise men brought frankincense and myrrh, Mary and Joseph looked at one another and thought, What is this shit?
Instead of an ugly sweater party, what about an ugly girlfriend party?
Is there anything more magical than New York City in December? You’ve got the big tree at Rockefeller Center, the holiday displays at Macy’s, the Rockettes at Radio City Music Hall, the light show at Saks Fifth Avenue, and much, much more. Together, all these things really get me into the Christmas spirit, and take my mind off how unfathomably lonely I am in this normally dark, depressing city.
They say that the test of a first rate intelligence is the ability to hold two opposed ideas in your mind at the same time, and still retain the ability to function. While I agree with the first part, I won’t be home until Christmas Eve. Because I have these damn business school applications to finish! Yes, dad’s present is wrapped. (Sorry, my mom just called.)
1 comments:
Nice use of "whom." I dig it.
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