being a serial procrastinator has it's drawbacks. sure, i love the time i waste between now and when something is due (christmas presents on christmas) but so does everybody else. i just don't like being like every other cattle lead to the slaughter (cash register) en masse and being a last minute fuck, there i will be tomorrow, fighting for last sweaters (for my mother) and the last of the 'best deal, lowest price guaranteed' external hard drives (for pops).
well, at least i'm learning, i still have a week before the fat man in the red suit puzzles his fat self through the maze of my heating duct system (no fireplace, but i bought butter in bulk at bj's wholesale club to grease the ducts. i knew that member card would come in handy to preserve christmas joy. i also laid out cookies next to vent. no milk though, warm milk would make santa sleepy and i would be scared shitless if i awoke to a fat bearded stranger in a red get-up next to me on my futon, stealing the sheets so un-house-guest-like).
well cross your fingers for me so i won't get shot or trampled tomorrow or god forbid, a seeing eye dog maul me for grabbing the last copy of daredevil -for someone i hate- though i've never heard of that one happening, but there's always a first time.
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