APPROACH TO DANGER

Happy Christmas Eve. It rained all day, so the snow is now just heavy snot. Plus, the Paper Brigade hasn't been delivered yet, and I'm starting to worry that it got lost or fell off the mail truck into a snow bank somewhere (maybe the one right in front of the mailbox), and then the snowplow came by, covered it up, and I won't see it until spring. That would be hilarious - in a heartbreaking way.

After about twenty billion separate instances of seeing them on the Etsy frontpage, I decided I want a Tiny City and a terrarium from TheOakLeaves. Apparently, she does trades, which is awesome - but I've never done one before and, aside from not knowing the protocol, I'd worry that the person with whom I'm trading would be getting some sort of raw deal. Oh well, it's just another reason to make some more stuff. I've got a bracelet planned (once some beads I ordered in bulk get delivered), and some ideas for Vietnam-based necklace packages that would include real photos from the war. The ones I ordered on eBay are actually pretty amazing, and I plan on putting them on the wall above my bed, so I might have to order more.

I'm going broke again, but need to buy cheap picture frames from the Salvation Army to fill with collages, like the one I made about Johan and the Apples. Because that shit is fun.

This might be the first year that I'll ever go shopping on the day after Christmas. Shopping is already a hemorrhoid on the anus of my life, so this'll be extra-special. But my mother wants to hit the yearly Williams-Sonoma sale, and because I want Pink Himalayan Salt, I'll put my colon on the line. Plus, there will probably be more male mannequin torsos left at the Dave and Barry's "EVERYTHING MUST GO!!!!!" sale, and I want one of those real bad. Who wouldn't one of those?

For the longest time, "Flowers" by Shane Macpherson was my favorite song. And now I remember why. ("Who Do You Think You Are" is good too.)