thinking:

i don't spend nearly enough time prancing around in nothing but my underwear and a pair of boots. it's far more fun than you'd think, at least if your apartment is properly heated.

i can't believe that christmas is almost here. despite the fact that i started my christmas shopping in AUGUST, i am still woefully further from done than i'd originally hoped, as well as hindered by the knowledge that the onion chopper i'd planned to give my mother's boyfriend won't make it through security at the airport, so i'd better find another gift or abandon all hope of flying carry on only. or else forking over still more of my hard earned cash to the post office. given that they've already gotten more than fifty dollars in shipping fees off me for my stupid packet of oft-returned passport application papers, i'm not entirely sure i want to do that. just on principle.

here's what i DO know: i am not going to have to ship anything to china, for which i am very, very grateful. i have actually selected the world's most perfect gift for my sister and i wish i would be with her on christmas day to see her open it. i'm generally a crap gift giver, so to have found something that i KNOW is going to rock her world makes me awfully happy. fingers crossed that it arrives in time, eh? i have picked out some gifts for dom that i am fairly certain are going to rock his socks.

i do love christmas, though my general feeling of wonderment has abated somewhat since my childhood. i get a little cynical about it sometimes, as i'm not really part of a close-knit family. i don't look forward to the holiday with the same kind of gleeful fervor that others do. i look forward to the baking, and the lights, and the fact that we're going to festivize our apartment this weekend...but i've not been home for the holidays in years, and i haven't really missed it. and if the holidays aren't for family, what are they for?

but then, i suppose that depends entirely on your definition of family.