[VOICE POST]

A man walks into a psychiatrist's office, wearing nothing but a skirt made of cling wrap.

The doctor says, I can clearly see your nuts.

[Pause.]

I figured if I waited til today, you'd appreciate it more.



[ooc; READ THE JOKE ALOUD because sob it doesn't make sense written.... hence, audio post.... scream /goes away now.]

I'm curious.

For those of you who've left the City and come back, assuming you remember it... When you left, did you know you'd be back someday?

Not that I doubt the intent, but...



|[ooc; re Dexter being gone~ and 'cause he's been quiet lately orz.]|

People talking about the future... just an irritating reminder that I have none. Just this place. Hard to believe it didn't used to seem so bad. It's almost comforting not being the only one that wishes he'd come back, though, even if I wish she wasn't here.

No surprise. I didn't expect to get what I wanted for Christmas, anyway.

Happy belated Christmas, everyone-- I hope you enjoyed it.

So, where's the party for New Year's Eve?

( Gift list, blaa! )

I encourage everyone who's not afflicted with this nonsense to join me in a day of protest. Leave your wet towels on the floor. Play with matches. Run with scissors. Put your feet up on the coffee table (leave your shoes on for bonus points!) and drink a beer. Provided you can stand the mess yourself. Play your music way too loud at all hours of the night. What's the point of all this mother-henning if you can't enjoy defying it?