a december song that keeps looping in my head and whose lyrics i can't remember so i am making them up while i am too lazy to look them up via google

Jingle bell, jingle bell, jingle bell rock.
Jingle bell rings while jingle bell sings.
Rowing and prancing and jumping to sing.
That's the jingle bell that i want to ring...

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i forgive thee

The gray-lit sky outside the windows tells me the sun forgot to shine. I have to wear socks and thick jogging pants just to stop shivering. All this cold air will keep coming after me until I close the windows shut, and even then, the stillness around me will not let up. I love storms. I love them better on weekdays.

I live near a church. Maybe too near. The priest inside that bricked holy dwelling has never heard of subtlety. He is screaming, to anyone within loud speaker radius, to admit his sins and ask for forgiveness, which are two different things. I am reaching out the window, to unhook all the wet laundry hung on this long pole because I can't stand to look at their drooping wet shoulders. They know, and they don't have to tell me, why they are sad.

They're not going to get any sun. I bring them in and forgive them.

how to unstress, for women only

You know what you need to unwind your brain? A Ferris wheel. No kidding. You sit inside one of those squarish buckets and ask the manong to crank it up to full speed. Disappointingly slow at first, and then weeeeee! The centrifugal force whirls your worries up and around and away from you! You walk away from that experience with a renewed sense of wow. Imagine, no man involved. If your knees are wobbly, it's not because you've been banged inside out. It's because of the Endorphins streaming in your brain and the adrenalin you've pumped during all that whirling. If you throw up after, it's not because you're preggy; it's because the small, hair-like organs in your ears, the ones that can sense balance in your life, have been jolted out of their routine. If you moan, and someone hears you do so, it's ok. Unlike in that alternative, with a man involved. And there's no morning-after awkwardness. Hell, no. Instead, the awkwardness is immediate. "Ma'am, aren't you too old to act like that?" the manong manning the Ferris wheel asks, just before you give him a right hook, one so sincere it would make Manny Pacquiao proud. But then you are still woozy, and you miss the manong's jaw by no less than two feet. You land back-first on the cold pavement. The onlookers crowd around you and wonder why you have that silly smile. You savor the moment and continue to smile. Seriously, who needs a one-night stand when you have a Ferris wheel?