Xmas

I must admit, though I might not want to, that nothing makes me feel cozier than listening to Christmas songs in the glow of Christmas lights, the background of Christmas ornaments and a decorated tree...Warmth. I love this season. Makes me feel like a better person for just loving it. Still playing the jazz: Ella Fitzgerald- Black Coffee. Gotta love a person so addicted that she has cigarettes with her black coffee every morning. And she still can belt it out. That's props right there, homie. I'm givin you props, lady. Oh yeah, just gave Ella Fitzgerald pretend props. Who's rad? I'm raaaaaad.