^ this guy can totally come down my chimney any time. And I know that sounds wildly inappropriate. But I don’t mean it in a sexual way. Mostly.
I mean it’d be nice if David Bowie/ Jareth brought me cool gifts.
I like that idea better than some fat white old man slipping in during the night to bring me things I asked for in my christmas list. Like panties. I’d much rather Jareth bring me my christmas panties.
I’m so tired. This is going down hill fast, you guys. I’m done.