yesterday at work, the boss was away all day long. strangely, he was not answering his emails, and we speculated on what he does at home all day. i got up out of my faux-ergonomic chair and demonstrated what i imagine he does on a day of hookey, "he smokes cigars in his boxer shorts, and walks around conducting a philadelphia brass cd."

a year ago i was shitting my pants on venice beach, (didn't i tell you that?) on my magical swedish christmas date with rickard and his friends. i had food poisoning OK!! we left the egg nog out all night and drank it the next afternoon, but i was the only one who got sick. i didn't want to tell anyone about it, and it suuucked. i left my swedish meatball a few days later when i moved back to ne, but he's still cute as ever and having a great christmas. merry christmas rickard!!
and merry christmas everyone, i hope you had as great of a christmas as i have- great family, good friends, good food, plenty of booze, cute boys, and of course great presents.