satire isn't an excuse to hate

Read that last night while watching VH1's top 100 songs of the 90s (a terrible horrible no good very bad decade for music, I might add) when they were covering Eminem. I think it's hilarious.

Yay for Christmas! Yay for 4 days off in a row! I'll try and give the quick rundown of the past few days:

• The Traverac came over Friday night and hung out at his old place. It was bizarre, but fun. We managed to play some Idiot, listen to some Ghostface Killah, and he and I stayed up until 4am. Just like the good old days!
• Saturday I crafted, watched Project Runway, crafted, watched LOTR, crafted, made gingerbread cake, crafted, made soup, crafted and went to bed
• Sunday I finished up the crafting, baked some more gingerbread cakes, read a novel, went to church and was briefly theologically confused when the evening started off with the Fall, drove to Family Fare in a snowstorm, watched some Project Runway, talked to Peter about church and anxiety and families and went to bed.
• Monday I woke up late, put off "wrapping" presents by watching Project Runway, knit, ate, wrapped presents and went to the Berghoef Family Christmas Extravaganza where I ate pork tenderloin and got lots of cool presents and got everyone a little tipsy off my Mom's insanely strong rumcake.
• Christmas Day we slept in until 11am. We lazed about. Made the really good coffee from Vermont and opened the East Coast presents which were again really cool and perfect. Peter made cinnamon rolls and I made scrambled eggs. With butter. In the skillet. Sat around and procrastinated cleaning up the apartment. Cleaned up the apartment. Went back to bed, curled up, and read another book. Got up for cocktail hour and Chinese food. Went over to Eric's and listened to some Johnny Cash, some Outkast and watched the aforementioned 90s thing until Eric remembered he had The Family Guy on demand. Went home and read.

So I'm back at work. The good news: I remembered to wear my nametag. The bad news: I'm lacking patience. I'm sure it has something to do with Molly's interview today and me having expected to have heard from her by now. I'm terrified she's going to leave and I'm terrified she's going to stay. I'll just have to wait and see. I also returned to find the Warning: Year in (P)Review is coming and here's the link to what you said last year. Yeesh. For some reason, despite the choices I have made the past year and how happy I am, reading about my longing to move back east made me a little sad. As did my declaration I was going to finally bake bread, finish my sweater, run in the RiverBank Run and stop being so defensive when people ask why I'm not married nor have children. Failed, failed, failed, and failed.

On a completely unrelated ending note:

I listened to Panda Bear this weekend.

I dig it.