Cute pic of ol' santa getting some tail
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I've been averaging about five hours of sleep a night as of late combined with drinking obscene amounts of booze and not eating enough. Good times. I drove down to Kentucky to see my grandmother this past Saturday. She stated that she knew it was just a matter of time and that she was not scared. She also said she was ready when the time comes and that she was "right with the world", as in the religious meaning. It was a bit hard to hear that. This whole situation bites dick.
Here in a few weeks new year's eve will mark the third anniversery of my mother's death and it still seems like it happened last fucking week. Oh well, life's a bitch.