I know, I know, I should feel free to just give people things at any time of year 'just because', and I do. But Christmas is an excuse to give people things, who may otherwise feel embarrassed at being given a gift for no apparent reason. And it gives me a thrill to find something that just calls their name, and stash it away feeling all secretive. I like wrapping things. And right now I'm feeling pretty smug, because for the first time ever, I'm organised. Ever.
Today, some guy approached me in a shop and was looking at my obsidian. He fingered it, then sniffed it, then he tried to suck it. Eeew! Luckily, I didn't go into full-on defence mode, and when he realised it wasn't a lolly, he wandered off. I also gave a girl 5c so she could afford to buy the gift she wanted, and yes I feel awesome about that.
Overheard between two police officers in North City Plaza: "We've got the pizza shift tomorrow eh bro?" "Yeah bro." Anyone know what that was all about?
Last night I freaked everyone out at aikido by being able to roll. Apparently I shouldn't figure that out for a few months yet. And, I've put my back out with shopping-centre-aisle-twisting whilst carrying large bags of feather pillows. Yep, pillows. That's how I spent my going-away voucher from work. Mmm, squishy. So if anyone wants to volunteer to give me a massage, I'm all ears and also good with the reciprocation.