The Saturday and Sunday before Christmas was spent in Austin at the Vortex's Yule Bazaar. It was intensely successful... like, when I flew home to El Paso that Monday, I ACTUALLY had some cash on me. (That never happens. I'm a broke bitch.)
Spent Christmas in El Paso amongst friends and family, even reconnected with a particular person. (No one wants to hear mushy sappy stuff.... or do you? Is anyone even reading this?)
New Years was spent alone in my almost-renovated apartment. Okay, maybe not so alone... I had my two cats, my cheeseburger, and The Grand Budapest Hotel. The next few days were spent cleaning all the dust in my apartment from the renovations and the lack of tarp coverage my effects suffered. *sigh*
The "upgrades" also jacked my rent up almost $100. I guess I'll have to make a shit load of art, you know, for food money... or something. Food is nice.
The love of my life is a drummer who sets the beat of my heart to the rhythm of his soul.