Lady Gaga, Cards Against Humanity, and Being Full of Awful

First and foremost, my gentle readers, Merry Effing Christmas!

Let me start this blog out properly and show you what my sister got me:

She said it was a re-gift of a re-gift that she wanted to re-gift to someone who would appreciate it. I think it is flipping awesome. I own a Lady Gaga toothbrush BITCHES.

So, I got a singing toothbrush.

And sweat pants

Yep, my Christmas is that win.

Sunday, my friend Jennifer Had a Christmas Eve Eve party. It was about 75 kinds of awesome. I played my first game of Cards Against Humanity. I only won three rounds. I used to think I was a terrible person deep in my soul. Sunday confirmed that I’m only sorta bad. Maybe my friends are just crazy evil douche bags.

We also got to explore my very limited gansta rap knowledge.

I have been so busy.

I was incredibly creatively depleted before going to Tina’s house on Thursday. I haven’t really tried writing again since I have been so busy, but I feel the thinking happening.

Writing is a strange thing. It separates us from people in someways, mostly because we get so trapped in our heads that we forget how to have basic human interaction. It is necessary to get slip into that stage sometimes. We also need human interaction. We need to have busy times and go forth and be around multiple groups of people. We need to laugh, have deep conversations, get drunk and take stupid pictures, and we need to be ourselves, not just our writer selves.

I’m thankful for all of the wonderful people who help pull me out of my head, help me sort what is in my head, try to understand me, argue with me, inspire me, and be wonderful sparks in the stories in my head.

Thank you for sharing your stories and your lives with me. That is how you feed a writer. (Lasagna doesn’t hurt either, though.)