It's just about approaching that time of year again - when you can walk into a designated room in your house and breathe in that spicy aroma of pine; in the next room over, we have the sweet scent so strong you can feel it sizzling on your tongue, the ginger associated with the famous little cookies.

As I sit here typing, I am lazily sucking on a pineapple candy cane, I'm not too fond of mint, and think about the holidays. It's exceedingly difficult to hold it in my mouth and keep it balanced there while I type at the same time.

Anywho, I can read people like a book but I'm terrible at deciding what to get them for these holidays unless they blatantly tell me, "Oh yeah, well, I'm into pink and yellow converse with green laces. And beige borders. And yeah." I imagine this is how most people are though.

I think my favorite part of Christmas is the tree. Yeah, I'm being cliché, whatever. Change is good in my book, and that new obscurity in the living room just kind of makes me wanna hug myself and then pounce at it. I know, I'm weird.

That ends this short little rant. Hmm...