There are many things I do not enjoy: pretzels, awkward small talk, hugging strangers (I don’t know you), hugging people I love (unnecessary–a firm handshake should suffice), and desserts most of the time.
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There are many things I do not enjoy: pretzels, awkward small talk, hugging strangers (I don’t know you), hugging people I love (unnecessary–a firm handshake should suffice), and desserts most of the time.
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Remember that great ‘80s movie “A Christmas Story”? About a basketcase of a family trying to make it through the holiday season? I remember it vividly, not least because for a brief, confusing period of my young life, I thought it was a home video.
Let’s talk about the holidays, shall we? Being a godless heathen myself, I spend Christmas day at my favorite Szechuan restaurant trying to selfishly gobble up all the salt and pepper triple seafood delight before my boyfriend can beat me to it. Afterward, we roll ourselves home and usually watch a good movie like Beverly Hills Cop or Coming to America (In my world, Good Movie=Eddie Murphy Movie, apparently).