I believe in Santa Claus

Last night was certainly very cool. I dug everybody coming out and hope they continue to take advantage of what could be a great open mic for us all to hump into submission. So Kudos, let's do it again... shall we.

I woke up two hours early today, I wish I could die...Ugggggggggggggg!

Never let anyone use your cell phone ever. Because there is always a chance that you will forget about them holding it, then realize this after you're already too far to get it back. I feel so naked without my baby. But, on the positive side(cause there has to be one), it will allow me to truly be alone for awhile. I got a little drive-y-poo down to Richmond and nothing will be more fun that sitting in silence and watching It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia instead of being knee deep in some conversation. Yep.... though that reminds me that I gotta stop procrastinating on putting Frisky Dingo on my iPod. If you don't know what that is, google that S#it.

Finally introduced myself to a female that I've had many (way too) long stares with. I decided, let's play the strong silent type. And you know what? It feels phenomenal. Pimp Pimp Hooray!

If Haywood's laugh isn't invisible crack, then what is? Almost makes me wish I wasn't born a tenor, cause everyone could use a little Haywood in their voice... ladies back me up. But, for what I lack in the base in my voice, I make up for in rhythm. Who can Charleston like TRich?!

In the holiday spirit, allow me to give a little Christmas cheer:

I believe in Santa Claus

Like I believe in love

I believe in Santa Claus

And everything he does

There's no question in my mind

That he does exist

Just like love I know he's there

Waiting to be missed

I believe in Santa Claus

But there was a time

I thought I had grown to old

For such a childish rhyme

He became a dream to me

Till one Christmas night

Someone stood beside my bed

With a beard of white

"So you're too old for Santa Claus"?

He said with a smile

Then you're too old for all the things

That make a life worth while

For what is happiness but dreams and do they all come true

Look at me and tell me, son

What is real to you?

Just believe in Santa Claus

Like you believe in love

Just believe in Santa Claus

And everything he does

Wipe that question from your mind

Yes, he does exist!

Just like love you knows he's there

Waiting to be missed

Just like love I know he's there

Waiting to be be missed

If you didn't shed a tear for that memory of what Christmas was when you were a child, then you really don't get this whole beautiful holiday and what it's about.

Love, Laters....