December 24th, 2006

shrug

I'm left with empty hands, forever

Well, Salem's apparently got himself a girlfriend. Who isn't me, obviously. Go him. Go you, dude. Merry Christmas.

Me, I'm home alone, crying my eyes out, wishing for some deranged serial killer to come over and axe-murder me. Can I have that for Christmas? That's all I want this year.

*waits patiently*

No such luck, I suppose.

Love,
Basket Case