Batman smells

     My holiday break has mostly been spent sleeping and kissing my boyfriend.

So, basically, it's been lovely.

Hopefully anyone reading this has also had a nice holiday.

My roommates and I are always looking for an excuse to throw a party, which is a perfect excuse to drink. Classy, I know. So, anyway, we decided to throw a tacky Christmas sweater party. I really don't have the words to correctly explain how amazing everyone looked. Our friend Dustin shocked us all with his cutting edge attire. But once Staci showed up in her homemade tacky sweater we all agreed that she was the best/worst dressed of the night.

Dustin looking fab.

Staci wowing us with her physical expression of the Christmas spirit.

We all got trashed playing Waterfall (also known by a million other names).

Will bitched out and fell asleep. Haaa. Light weight.

For Christmas my parents were sweet enough to get me a new queen sized mattress. I know that probably doesn't sound very exciting, but trust me, after sleeping on the shitty mattress that came with my apartment over the last two years a new mattress was a complete blessing. Especially to my back. Plus, there's a lot more room for, uh.... stretching. Yeah, stretching. 

Becca, who I have been friends with since middle school, bought J.K Rowling's new book The Casual Vacancy for me. She also presented me with a small corgi figurine (knowing my obsession with corgis) that bobs its head when the sun hits it. 

My boyfriend, Chris, was a doll and decided to get me some Spider-Man presents. A Spider-Man trash can, cup, and pen. He also got me a little Robin shot glass (a silly inside joke between us that I'm sure I'll write about one day) and a small graphic novel I've been wanting forever called Lost at Sea. I'm doing my best not to ramble on and on about how sweet he is.
I'm hoping that for my birthday he'll rent a Spider-Man costume for himself.
Insert some clever comment here about how Chris wearing a Spider-Man costume will help me with my bed stretches. 

I won't bore anyone, including myself, with a list of the other things I was lucky enough to receive over Christmas. Honestly, the best gift I could ever have is laying here next to me smoking out of his pipe and watching Shameless (UK version) with me.

love.

(Disgusting, yeah, I know. Trust me, I make myself want to puke too.)

Oh and, at some point, I decided to get bangs. Bangs, not banged. They're alright. 

So hip. So trendy. So sarcastic.