Ghost

Ahh, the Christmas season has come again. The war of when the season starts is here as well. When Thanksgiving ends (i go with that one), when Dec. starts, or when an December b-dayer's b-day already happens. Well, anyway, the lights are up and the Secret Santa's are out. In any world, more than one present in for one person is too much, so it saves money. But still leaves me with the hmm...one person to satisfy all my present needs and the question of what they are. Well, though odd my title, it is the true thing I want. No, not a real ghost, but might be interesting, too. Ghost writers, painters, karate fighter/dancers, and other things. First two are my most desires. I have such things locked in my head. Even this blog was stuck there for weeks. But crying to come out. Yet, as I play a dumb game on the Wii, it tells me I'm an accountant. Falling head over heals for puzzles/numbers/order. What of these hold true in the other fields. I have titles, I have plots, I have pictures and story lines from here to Mexico (well not there, but if ideas were measured in distance, well I'd have to shot for the moon). Capostrophy, Eye Chaser, Blood & Blood of JC, Namesake, Poker, Wedding Blues, Guily Conscience (but maybe in french or Spanish), Bones/House Crossover, The Difference, Post about Cow, Ancient Money, Traintrack Ghosts. Maybe others too. Time for Family Guy:) -moo.
ps: i also like the skirt from this picture. maybe size 16/18...maybe???