Endings and Beginnings

Spookies, I have some bad news.

Well I suppose it's both good and bad news. Beau and I are no longer a couple. The breakup was initiated by me, and involved a host of factors influencing my decision. I believe I did the right thing, but that does not mean that I don't feel bad, guilty and depressed over it. I'd rather not go into details here in this blog, but trust that we will both be better off for having separated. I'm sure of it.

I just have to keep telling myself that.

In other news, I've become completely wrapped up in Toy Soldier-ish things. Ugly, the famous uglydoll came and spent Christmas with me (and also my first Hanukkah!). I've also initiated a contest for the design of the new #6800 logo, entered a Toy Soldier quilt block exchange, and spearheaded my very first mission, which will take place next weekend. Busy me! I suppose busy is better than the alternative, though.

Sorry I don't have much more to write, Spookies. Hopefully I'll have a longer entry for you all soon, but in the meantime: LOVE.

-Miss Manic

Post Holiday Hoopla

Dear Spookies,

Well, another holiday season has come and gone. I hope you've all gotten what you wanted, made the most of what you got, or at the very least were able to lie low until the whole thing blew over. Goodness knows I've done my share of all three.

I should confess to you all, I had written a previous post sometime around Christmas Eve, but decided to delete it for a number of reasons. Mostly because it was extremely preachy (even more preachy than usual), and the post was a bit on the cynical side, and about 12 hours later I realized I had nothing to be cynical about. I am a very lucky person to have a family, friends and a wonderful Beau who all love me and that I have the resources to give them lovely gifts on Christmas.

Certianly there are times that the holidays get under our skins (like when they start playing Christmas music on the radio in the first week of November) and the stress can electrify our nerves to the point of wondering why anyone continues to torture themselves with the holidays at all. That's alright. Everyone has the right to feel Grinchy. Heavens know the only way I get through everything I need to do is by muttering "I hate Christmas" a few million times. It's not a crime. As long as you don't go and tackle the Pope, you'll be fine.

Now there's just New Year's Eve left to celebrate, which I have yet to plan myself. Parties bore me, I'd rather just have some drinks with some friends, play my favorite music and kiss my Beau at midnight, but everyone else seems to want a massive shindig. One of my friends even wants to go out of town, which I will not do. On well, hopefully all of my plans fall together sometimes. I'll have fun wherever I go, and besides, even if I don't do much of anything, there's an Outland event at Skully's on the 2nd that I'm planning on attending as my last hurrah before school starts again. Hopefully I'll see you all there!

I hope you all have a wonderful and SAFE New Year's Eve!
Love,
Miss Manic