I shouldn't be surprised that so much drama goes on in this little community of ours, but as I log in to Xanga each day, I wonder what today's thing will be. 

Who cares who's in top blogs? What's wrong with the "ish" sites? If you don't like what you see, stop looking at it. If someone annoys you, find someone else to read. It's just that simple.

People blog for all sorts of reasons. It's their release ... their mind's saving grace. We vent. We share. We discuss. In the end, we do what we want in our space.

Do I enjoy everyone's blogs? Nope. But it's not my place to discourage their use of our beloved Xanga. As I've said before, though, it would serve us well to remember that real people live behind these screen names. You don't have to like anyone, but dammit, stop with all the needless bickering, blasting and bitching.

We will be kicking off 2009 next week; I propose we all begin the new year with a new outlook. Our interests may differ from one another, but one thing we have in common is this place—please consider making it a better place to blog, for all our sakes.

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This portion of the Party will be for all you people channeling Scrooge this year (or every year). Do you have some sort of beef with the Holiday Season? Does your family resemble that of a heard of charging water buffalo? Perhaps you are fed up with the all the PC talk on "Merry Christmas". Hate corporate America? Well, do we have a job for you.

But be sure to be as douchey as possible. For some of you that won't be a problem.  For my category, write a post about why you find the holidays annoying. Whether it's the music or the movies, people or the corporate greed, share what annoys you about the season!

Please direct your submission to the person that is hosting the category that best fits your entry. My portion of the contest is officially CLOSED!

Whew, finally—a moment for myself!

You may not have noticed, but I've been absent for awhile now. Sure, I post every day, but the usual drive behind my posts have been lacking. I have no reason to be sorry for this, as everyone should prioritize their real life before their Xanga one. In my case, work has been all-consuming. My new position has given me even more responsibilities, and I'm trying to figure out how to balance it all. After 10-12 hour days, I come home exhausted and completely drained.

Xanga has always been an outlet for me. I'm glad to know that you're all still here, even when I'm not.

On a lighter note, my life hasn't been devoid of all internet interactions. Here are a few of my favorite giggles that helped me through the past week ... enjoy!

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Hi Sweetheart,

I am sorry for fighting over the Christmas lights. I guess that sometimes I feel like you are pushing me too hard when you want something.

I realize that I was wrong and I am apologizing for being such a hard-headed guy. All I want is for you to be happy and be able to enjoy the holiday season. And you're right—nothing brightens the Christmas spirit like Christmas lights!

I took the time to hang the lights for you today —now I'm off to the golf course.

Again, I am very sorry for the way I acted yesterday. I'll be home later.

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The Turbulent Trio head off to New York in their trolley. They put their eyes together to try and figure out how to run Grammarboy and his fat hideaway.

"I've got they!" Snippie exclaims. "Give me the MXS so I can get him on it."

She dials up Grammarboy and starts tracing his location. She keeps him on the phone long enough for it to work by using such horrible grammar. When the tracing module banged, he realizes what happened and hangs up.

The Trio head to where he was tracked to. In the teary part of town they see Grammarboy trying to get out of the elves before they arrive. He wasn't scalding enough. Vanedave slips him with the Super Taser of Xanga Magnificence.

"We've got you now! Open up the unit and give us back the tricky signs," allows Spidey.

"Never!" Grammarboy praises.

"Then we will just have to beautify you until you give in," says Snippiesblog.

After a day, Grammarboy finally gives in and says, "Happy Late Birthday to you're husband." Nothing happens. Theblackspiderman, loudly realizes Grammarboy's goof and googles him to say it right.

"Happy Late Birthday to your husband."

The storage unit door starts going up and the signs come crashing down. The Talented Trio is covered by them. When they finally tingled their way quickly they realize that Grammarboy has gotten away.

"I've got to get some salami or I am going to go silly. Let's get to the closest eraser right away!" Snippiesblog says.

"What are we going to beg with all the signs?" Vanedave auditions.

They load all the signs into the trolley and head off into badge in search of salami. They get to the nearest local purse and start ordering. Theblackspiderman sees a chimney out of the corner of his shin and snatches it up and says, "This is how we are going to put all the signs back where they go!"

They start returning everything to its robust place. Then they pull out the MXS and give Nattata and Santa a melodic hop.

"Meet us at Xanga HQ. We've got all the signs back in place in the Big Apple. We are going slowly now."

The five of them arrive at Xanga Headquarters about the same time.

"Well, Nattata," says Santa, "I guess this is where we go in. Could you be a cat and help me with the buttress?"

Once all five of them allow in through the buttress, they stand up only to be tonsil to nose with Grammarboy, yet again.

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Writing Xanga's Christmas story is up to you! Help us come up with words to plug in our super-fun Mad Libs ... The completed story will be posted this afternoon, for your viewing pleasure! Now, leave comments with some word suggestions (i.e. object: flower pot, verb ending in -ing: running)