Mr.ChristmasTree: The After Story

Its time I tell Mr.ChristmasTree he’s got to go. He leaves a never ending mess and I’m not very fond of the vacuum, who decided one day to eat my money. Sure, it was my idea. Not actually, Society brought this burden upon me. Its like when you see outside a grocery store a box full of puppies being sold.You want to take one home, make your parents pay, dress the thing up, but not clean after it. Additionally, the slowly-dieing-in-the-corner-of-my-living-room-Mr.ChristmasTree is a real downer. After the tree is gone I hope to adopt either a little pumpkin or a cactus that I saw at the farmer’s market. Ouch!

Fueling the Addiction.


I want one!! (: What holiday is coming up that allows other people to spend their money on me? ….uhhh…. mmmm… a little help here?!?!? …hmm…Valentines? So this is as a good as I could do on my excuse: BUNNY OF LOOOOOOVE. YEAH! (: See he wants a hug…and some brains. It kind of reminds me of Timmy Turner’s zombie bunny.