Tis the Season

Holidays.

They've got me a runnin.

Seems I have twenty things to do everyday. None of which require me to be at home. I'm actually off today. Still, I have a Christmas show at ACME to go to, then my acting studio's holiday party.

I'm dressing sharp for the party. I feel like looking good tonight. Wouldn't it be nice to get laid. That's all I want for Christmas.

Yeah, yeah, world peace. How about a wordly peice.

Still, though, I'm not going to go and try to make that happen. Never works for me. I'm the type that gets laid on accident. If I try, then I come off either as desperate or creepy like a wolf.

So, I'll just go have fun tonight, and make sure to tell a couple of really good jokes around the four or so women that I wouldn't mind seeing naked. Then, we'll leave it to the stars. Whom those women will probably leave with. The stars, that is.

The ACME show should be good. I hear it is very funny. Also, I'm just going to that to have fun. No ulterior motive. No thinking maybe SHE will be there. Nope. No thinking like that at all. No, sir. None. Uh-uh. Hadn't crossed my mind.

As you can tell, I am working on pushing that out of my mind.

As you can also tell, it's not working.

Well, gotta go pick up the pizza.

Sort of like picking up the pieces, but cheesier.

Like that joke.