In the midst of a record-breaking storm, my Mom and I had a warm and toasty Christmas.
Sometimes I feel like a hypocrite for celebrating Christmas – I don't believe in God, Jesus, virgins giving birth, etc – but I love the happiness and food that is associated with the holiday. So I will live another day to contradict myself.
New York is fucking cold, but it is beautiful in its own way.
At the office, we received a bunch of food, cards, flowers, and gifts for the holidays. The most interesting was this customized chocolate bar (made with Ghiradelli!) from The Farber Center. I totally ate the shit out of that chocolate. Not literally. Chocolate bars don't poop.
Giulie and I made a gingerbread house. Please ignore that box behind our festive abode.
I'm so happy my mom came to me this year. Last year was a little lonely, and I didn't see this year being any better. But supermom came to the rescue! Too bad Old Man Winter has delayed her flight from Monday until Friday...
For New Year's Eve, I'm going to a party in Brooklyn. Ticket purchased, hopes raised, wallet emptied.
Yay.
Also, I'm in love with Mumford and Sons
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"So tell me now where was my fault, in loving you with my whole heart."
"I gave you all."
"It was not your fault but mine, and it was your heart on the line. I really fucked it up this time, didn't I my dear."
"You are not alone in this, as brothers we will stand and we'll hold your hand."
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As many are aware, I have a slight obsession with female rappers. Cue Nicki Minaj, queen of the silicone ass implants.
I'm a little obsessed with her song "Save Me." Haters, please refer to the lyrics of "Muny":
"Bitches want my old shit, buy my old mix tape."
It's a little annoying that she is somehow given credit for supporting her gay fans – there's an interview where she pauses for what seems like minutes, searching for an answer to a question on homophobia. Whatever. At least she's trying to own it, and she does encourage her gay fans to be brave. Now if we can just get her to not feature songs with homophobic and chauvinistically fueled lyrics...
Word.
Anyway, it's back to the grind for me.
Peace, happiness, and Starbucks to all.
Refill time...
