christmas blitz

last day at work before the most magical day of the year.

The day Malice drinks himself into a coma?

been there, done that.

The day the whole world goes away?

oh, it left me months ago. next.

The day Malice finds jesus?

found him. dead. guess he wasn't really the son of "god", was he?

Then what day are you talking about, Malice???

okay, it's the day i drink myself into a coma. you were right the first time.

seems everyone's brought their offspring to work with them today. there's a magic show at 1pm. i even heard that "santa claus" himself is in the building. (though i find this highly dubious.)

there's nothing like a festive office environment to highlight the emptiness of your own life.

finished designing my new ink. looking forward to the squinting reactions:

"that's... unique..."
"what... exactly... is it supposed to be...?"
"i feel sorry for your mother."

i'm not expecting very many hits on my blog over the next few days. have a happy fucking holiday, you happy fucking fuckers. especially p & b, who've so dutifully filled my entries with comments over the last week. it offers the world the illusion that i have friends. (what an amusing thought...)

here's an article about lonely people cloning their dead cats.