I've become quite convinced over the last couple weeks that either a) hell really is freezing over or b) monkeys will spontaneously start flying out of my ass or c) choose whatever funny little happening signifying the end of days is upon us, because my family -- real and bio -- has decided they don't really think I'm Satan's hellhound and that maybe I the space I take up on this earth really isn't a waste. I KNOW -- how 'bout it!?? Like last night, my Godmother -- mom to Cousin the Rich One -- invited Mother and I over for dinner with CtRO and her family, and we all behaved like nothing ever happened, which was perfectly cool with me.

But even scarier!?? Guess who sent me a Christmas present!?? Yeah, no shit. You can go ahead and take a minute if you need to; God knows I did. In fact, the first things out of my mouth to CA were, "Is it ticking!??" and "Ok, who needs a body part!??"

I haven't picked it up from CA yet, though I did send BFKAS and B-Dubs a thank-you. But honestly, I don't know how I feel about any of it. I mean, on one hand, I know that it has the potential to be an absolute disaster if I were to let my guard down for even a second. But on the other hand, no matter how much I don't want to -- and believe me, I don't -- the optimist in me is indulging in thoughts that maybe things could be different this time. It's so ... unexpected, I guess.

Anyway, rock out with your cock out for the end of 2005. I get to work so I hope y'all have a good time.