Well, here we are again!  Another year another dollar.  Is it just me, or are the years going faster and faster these days?

First and foremost, I am so sorry for being so terrible at keeping up with those I hold nearest and dearest.  But I hope My Annual Christmas/Holiday Newsletter will cover some of the ground I have let fall through the cracks.  It has been an incredible year for me and me.  I have no interest in writing a novel, so let me just bullet point the major activities of my zany, lovely life.  So here we go:

Well, it was just this February when the day I always knew would happen happened.  I realized the lines on my forehead would never go away.  Even when slack faced.  Like someone was constantly standing behind me, stretching dental floss across my cranium.  I can’t help but be thankful that the wait for that one is over.

And around a month ago, I finally made the big decision I’ve been waiting to make for years.  I decided to never get a dog and never dress that dog in a Santa Hat or a rain coat and take pictures of it.  I have so many people who have stood by me during this decision.  Too many to thank here.  But I have to throw a shout out to my upstairs, Russian neighbor who shouted to me from her window last Thursday “YOU DRINK TOO MUCH!” It takes a village.

I took a picture of my guitar.

 

 

 

 

 

And I also took a picture of an artsy mailbox in Queens.

 

 

 

 

 

But enough of me.  What else has been going on in the world?  Back in September, a friend of mine posted a picture of a bread she baked on Facebook.  I enjoyed a good two weeks of feeling superior about my life.

July 14th, I had a threesome.  And while it was my first, it was also my favorite.  I’m not going to bore you with all of the details and videos.  Just know it was a hell of a time.  And I must say, I am much, much, like a hell of a lot worse in bed than I thought I was.

Just two weeks ago, I took a picture of myself with my own computer.  I am looking away like someone else is taking it, and I’m not alone in my own room at 8:30 p.m.

 

 

 

 

“Oh what was that you said?  I didn’t quite hear you?”

 

 

 

 

Sometimes, late at night (or 8:57 pm) I like to make out with my own foot.

 

 

 

 

Lastly, but not leastly, I had this amazing…oh wait?  what was that?

 

 

 

 

Oh sorry, that was just me looking at my computer in a hot way with old photos behind me…

Oh My God!  So Embarrassing…all my shit out there like that…gross!  Don’t even write me to tell me how pretty I am, or do, or whatever, I don’t even care.  Sick.

Happy Holidays From The Miller!!

love, margaret