Just rambling. I kind of adore Jennifer Love Hewitt now. And I don't even watch any of her work. XD It's just nice to see someone who hasn't let The Industry brainwash her into being completely neurotic about her body.
On the Christmas front, I'm starting to unload the vanguard of my Winter Holiday Of Choice presents, trucking along on my auntie's scarf after several false starts, and getting sick of hearing Christmas music. Which probably surprises none of you, but it's actually a new thing for me. I must be finally nearing the end of my rope after twenty-three years. Don't get me wrong, I love a lot of Christmas music - Barenaked Ladies, KT Tunstall, Elvis, the Charlie Brown Christmas score, anything involving a Muppet. I'd be thrilled if I heard something like that on the radio. What do I get instead? Elevator music with a side of baby Jesus. I'm worried I'll start throwing things. Like poisonous animals. "It's the most wonderful tiiiime, of the yeeeaaar! With the kids jingle belling and everyone telling you be of good CH'AAAAAARBOK!"
Ahem. Next post: things I like about the season. Featuring snow, if the meteorologists aren't talking out their asses.