This was a difficult year for me personally, and while I don’t want to go into the grisly details, I’m glad to see the back of 2014. Seriously, I made some dumb choices this year that bit me in the ass, and it’s only by the grace of God that I’m not ten times more messed up than I am.
That being said, buying my book would help make the year not so horrible. Why not do so?
Buy it here! Support independent creators and fight against evil totalitarian dictators who don’t want you to read things. I’m sure he doesn’t want you to do it, so you should do it. For freedom. And stuff.
They’re actually totally awesome socks.
Merry Christmas!
Need a totally last second present? Get my book!
I’d say I’m ashamed of myself, but it’s Christmas Eve. There’s no one reading these things right now.
I have more waffle-based caroling I could do, too: Deck the Halls with Tasty Waffles, Oh Holy Waffles, Silent Waffles, Jingle Waffles…the possibilities are endless.
Damn, I want a waffle now.
In reality, I’ll probably just turn the alarm off before going to bed and wake up whenever I damn well feel like it.
“Baby, It’s Cold Outside” is the rapeiest Christmas song ever.
Sketches From Memory 