Going into 2020, I’m not exactly entering into this next decade without baggage or debt. There’s a thought that a new year means all your past is behind you and your slate is clean. If only that were the case. The changeover of the calendar doesn’t inherently have any special magic to it. It’s one of the reasons why so many people find themselves disappointed when they inevitably bail on their resolutions. Change doesn’t happen with wishful thinking, but persistence, determination, and the audacity to actually believe you can transform your circumstances. So here’s a final toast to the last decade. Raise your glass, take a drink, and make the shit happen you want in your life.
Getting into the “Christmas Spirit” 😉
Try to hang up these stockings and you’ll find your chestnuts roasting on an open fire.
The stockings were hung on the Ele with great care, in hopes that Saint Lick soon would be there…
Do you mean to tell me that you don’t drink poison on special occasions?
This is the blood room. It’s very useful when you want to shed blood, but don’t want to deal with the pain of stain removal. Or, if you apply red lipstick like me, it’s necessary.