Santa and Tyler

So many people, including me, seem to be in a bah-humbug sort of mood at the moment. Work is sliding down the happy scale toward a big red sign that says, "Intolerable." I went downstairs to the kitchen to rummage up something sweet to make me feel slightly better about being here when I saw the front page of the newspaper. I read the story, cried, and was thankful all my co-workers weren't there to see me weeping in the damn kitchen. If you want a little something to cheer you up and make you feel the warm fuzzies, even for Christmas, then read the article I pasted below.

( wish come true )

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Jason and I have finally broken down and rented the damn Batman movie--The Dark Knight. It has to be decent, right? So many of you like it, but I have reservations. And two and a half hours? For real? If you're not Andrei Tarkovsky, then your movie shouldn't be clocking in past two hours. I'll eat my words if I adore the film, but I've just seen one too many girls dressed up like The Joker to have much confidence. Plus, this will always be my Joker.

( this song is perfection )

The Dark Knight Review

( oh, goodness, you'll all hate me. )