The time has finally come – I have returned.  But only to tell you of the new home of FingerlessGloves, then I’m quickly leaving again:

FingerlessGloves.net

Your pal,

-FG

The end of December already… where does the time go?  That means we’re coming up on a year at Xanga…  A whole year of trying to stay afloat on my raft of sanity in a vast ocean of idiots (no offense to anyone in particular [well… maybe a little offense]).  In any case, I see no reason to waste any more time here.  That’s why I’ve made the decision to leave this place.          

            In my time here I’ve met a lot of interesting people, and made some good friends that I will never forget.  Interestingly enough, all of the aforementioned people were created by me for the sole purpose of providing myself with entertaining conversation, and stand only to show how little is actually going on in the Xanga community at large.

FG:  “What’s up guys?”

Person1:  “I’m bored.”
Person2:  “Yeah, lets get the hell out of here.”

FG:  “Good idea.  I’ll catch up with you.”

So, as of the end of the year, this site will no longer be updated.  Perhaps one day I will return.  But, until then…

-FG

I guess I’m behind on the advertising trends, but I just saw an ad for a sale on ‘permanent Christmas trees’.  The last time I checked, you could either get a real tree or a fake tree.  Calling a tree ‘permanent’ has nothing to do with it.  That’s just marketing bullcrap trying to dodge the issue altogether.  

Salesman:  “Want to buy this car?”

Person:  “Does it run?”

Salesman:  “It’s made out of metal.”

The lady selling the trees had really permanent breasts.

-FG

Merry Christmas.

And now, I give to you the greatest gift that any of you could hope to receive:  my presence.

-FG                   

I hate to say it, but I think this gift card craze has gone too far.  I mean, I enjoy not putting any thought or effort into the gift-giving process as much as the next guy, but now they’re selling gift cards for places like gas stations.  You’d really have to be running low on info about somebody if the most personalized you can get is a gas station gift card.

Husband:  “Here you go, honey.  Open yours first.”

Wife:  “A gift card to a gas station?  So, basically you care enough about me to know that my vehicle has an internal combustion engine.”

Husband:  “To tell you the truth, I wasn’t entirely certain of that.  But, I figured that everyone likes beef jerky and candy bars so… you know… Merry Christmas.”

Wife:  “I wonder if they have gift cards for divorce attorneys.”

You’d be better off just giving a wad of cash at that point.

-FG