(Don't forget to add excessive cussing to the list. I really should be on the very bottom of Santa's list. Or maybe he can read my thoughts and knows I would shoot his fat ass if I caught him eating my cookies.

Ah, you and death. You two just go hand and hand, don't ya? And slowly is better than not at all. I'm just glad you're finally writing that sucker again.

Well in real life, I would be throwing my clothes into a pile of crap. Crap of the literal kind and junk that my Pops piles up on the side of the house.

I always do this though. It's a problem of mine. I'll get all pumped and determined to clean and my energy will sputter out right in the middle and my room gets stuck in this chaotic bubble of suckage. Or I'll waste all my energy creating a playlist to awkwardly groove to while I clean.)