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Well listeners, this Christmas has finally made a believer out of me!

No, not Santa. Of course I believe in Santa. But, treasured listeners, it wasn't until earlier this week that I finally believed in snow.

Oh, I thought I might have seen it, during my childhood, but it was nothing but a distant memory. Maybe even a dream.

But now, confronted with physical evidence, who am I to deny its existence?

So my flight home was cancelled which means I get to enjoy the snow and my first Christmas in California :)

(ooc: the letters do discuss some anti-LGBTQ bigotry, given the nature of the site, so please be warned.)

I was just thinking about how this holiday is frankly annoying for me. Mum and I don't get along, I have mates but they've all got plans. Thank God for Atton - but then someone sent me this link, and while Mum didn't disown me or anything like that, she doesn't understand me. I could have it a lot worse, and yet I still almost cried reading these.

It's aimed at LGBTQ people disowned by their families over the holidays, trying to make them feel loved and welcome. Whomever started this site is a good person.

Somebody get me away from the oven! I just made Nutella covered candied bacon strips with crushed Red Hots and they are amazing. I love Christmas, it's the best excuse to cook or, you know, to do whatever you call what I do with food.

Anyone want some of this bacon or spicy cookies? I've got chocolate chip with either Tabasco, jalapenos and wasabi (running out of the wasabi but there are a few left).

I am so upset that I'm back here and there's still snow on the ground. Bora Bora was so fantastic that I wish it hadn't only lasted a couple days especially since we spent a good amount of time in the bed. Sunshine, beautiful blue water, hot sand to dig my toes into, and a cute boy is all I need in my life to be happy. I may need to bother my agent to find me some sort of bikini shoot that's on an island - I bet I could get into Sports Illustrated if I wanted to. Anyone make bikinis and needs a photoshoot done?

Until then I guess I'll drown my sorrows at the local bar and work my way through this cocktail list to keep myself warm.

I need to meet more people. That problem when something happens and you don't have anyone to talk to about it..

So...Disneyland was pretty cool. I think I can understand why people like to go there, but I don't think I'll be signing up for an annual pass anytime soon. I doubt it will be as quiet as it was yesterday thanks to all the snow. Roger and Laura convinced me to get a pair of Mickey ears (with my name on back of course) to commemorate the occasion and then we had milkshakes at Sonic after. Maybe this network was a good idea because at least I'm trying things I hadn't before.

But alas, I had to go and ruin my day but calling The General (aka my father) to find out if we were actually doing anything for Christmas. He then decided to spring the news that if we did do anything for Christmas we would have to do it on the Army base and only during a certain time frame because it's too busy working to actually spend time with me. Again.

ARGH. I think I'm going to hit the gym and try to break a punching bag or something and try to resist the alcohol in the cabinets at home. I think I'm getting to Scrooge hatred for the holidays.

There is snow.

And snow is fuckin' awesome.

Like the best. Ever. Well, at least in this land of one season.

Buuuuuuuuuuuut

This week got more awesome, and I am totally off the market you guys. Best. Ever.

Well that makes me miss my peeps, yo.


Emma Frost

I kinda got a picture. All us Gen-X peeps. An' you and Banshee.