Another Strange Christmas

Christmas day 2008, I was doing a Chinese exam in a land where Christmas is just another regular day. The test caused me massive blood loss. On top of that, we had homework to do. And for dinner, I had beef noodles on the sidewalk.

Hwow.  

But wait. 2009 does it better.

On Christmas day I was dune bashing, camel riding, pop-my-lungs screaming, eating Indian and Arabic food, freezing in the middle of a desert and cursing at how these people are so filthiest rich.

 

By some wonderful cosmic phenomenon, two of our other high school friends are also based in Abu Dhabi so we all decided to spend Christmas together rolling around in the dunes. 

 

Christmas 2010, you had better raise the bar higher because last year I decided to spend the following Christmases in places where Jesus Christ is not so famous. So far, so kablamo.

Internet Killed The Video Star

Dear Goddess,

If you give me both of these for Christmas, I will never ask for anything in the Christmases that will follow. Even on my birthdays. 

Both okay? 

Please?

Love and mayhem,

Trixie

Words My Ass

In the past week, I had three opportunities to expound and/or explain myself but I didn't. I don't have the energy to put up verbal contests unlike before. 

It was so great seeing and spending time with Bennett Laoshi. 

Chuck Bass. What I would give to make this man materialize. 

My mother doesn't believe in me. I can't believe a mom can do that to her own child. Hwow. Like I suck. I know a lot of people who genuinely suck at everything they try to do and yet their mothers believe and support them. Boo.

Oh well. I received a message of love and go-fight-c'mon from my anomaly which makes everything super cool again. 

LezgowTrixieFightKillFuckYeah!

Dig.

Before you embark on a journey of revenge, dig two graves.

- Decapitator