I hope everyone had a magical weekend! Mine sure was, if you call explosive diarrhea of the mouth and anus magical! Just kidding. It was more majestic.

I know a lot of people are especially into christmas, Santa, carols, and all that jazz, but I am still in my terrible two-s so I can’t really appreciate it. I didn’t even get The Munch a present. I know, I know, that is super lame, but she already has a bunch of crap I have to pick up after so I figured getting her more stuff was kinda of like poking myself in the spleen with an infected knitting needle. Besides, she didn’t get me anything so who is really the selfish one?

But you know what I am nostalgic about? Snow on christmas. It truly is the ultimate accessory, although at times I wish it was purely decorative. You know how weather can just get in the way sometimes. Lucky for me, it snowed right before the 25th, and I thought it was really important to throw The Munch into it so she could have some fun whether she liked it or not goddammit.

Where is Munchee?

“I guess this snow stuff is okay. It sure is pretty”

“Goddammit this shit is slippery. Son of a…”

I thought both our expressions were really demented and creepy here… I am trying way too hard to be serene, and The Munch seems slightly possessed.