in answer to a question from my guestbook, the major impediments to actually taking home every sad person i see are:

1. i live with my parents.
2. i am not a millionare. not even a thousandare. in fact i think i have exactly ten dollars to my name.
3. quite a lot of those sad people have been on television. i don't get out much lately.

i've just discovered that all my freckles come in pairs...five pairs just on my left forearm, one on the back of each earlobe...lots of little freckle pairs dotting me like eyes. it's weird.

it looks like it's going to snow. maybe i'll get to build a snowman. snowbaby. snowball. hell i'll be happy just to see the flakes falling out of the sky. since we have to have winter and cold and gray, at least we got snow as part of the bargain. it's the one thing that makes winter livable. along with new year's eve parties and hot cocoa. and charlie brown's christmas special.

it's sort of odd, celebrating christmas when i'm not a christian. what exactly am i celebrating? peace on earth, good will toward all, being with family, giving, they're all good things. but if i don't believe in the spirit behind it (and what is the spirit behind it?), is it a sham? i know that at least half of the christmas traditions are borrowed from pagan festivals celebrating the return of the sun. that makes some kind of sense to me at least...being glad that winter's on its way out. i haven't the faintest idea what i celebrate anymore. it was easier when i was still singing christmas carols in the youth choir; i really think it's the beauty of the music that kept me there so long in the first place. but that's not my path. maybe that's the only thing i know for sure.

we need a little christmas, right this very minute. -beatpoetgrrl

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