and another one bites the dust.

i have a cluster of alabaster ( i hope that’s the right word and not a type of fish) deer heads above my bed. while i was in china, the largest of the deer heads fell off the wall and nearly killed andres. that’s what he gets for sleeping in. stabbed to death by an antler.

…when you do that voodoo that you do so well…

instead of conducting reconstructive surgery on mrs. doe , i’m now telling myself that it isn’t a deer head, it’s a reindeer… rudolph to be exact.  oh you know, just in the spirit of christmas. for whatever sick and twisted reason (note to self: call therapist , file under topics for discussion) i find it quite amusing to pretend im living in a fucked up christmas movie where im holding rudolph and his amputated antler hostage so that red nose won’t make the sleigh’s departure time of imaginary o’clock and kids everywhere won’t get shit for christmas.  muaaahaha.