Jesse Brune's Blog

Dear Santa

December 28, 2006

Dear Santa:

I know I haven't written in awhile. Please don't think that I haven't thought about you often, because I have. I've just been really swamped with work and the kid (or dog... but let don't ever let Sammy hear you call him a dog) and I have been meaning to send you a hello, but ya know- I lost your email address, I haven't seen Mrs. Clause in jazzercise lately, I stay away from Rudolf since he started drinking so heavily.

I am also aware that once again, I have missed your birthday. Also Christmas. But I know that you'll be going on your break soon, and so I thought I'd send my belated, though still totally reasonable Christmas list.

Far be it from me to assume my name made your "good" list this year, though I have to confess I've really been tryin' to pull it together- but just in case I am on the list, here are a couple of reasonable requests that I thought I would just put "out" there, just to see what may happen.

1. Please send me a new car! Not that I don't love and appreciate my blazer, but after living in Hollywood without my own parking space for a couple years, the poor ol' girl has just been beat to the ground. She's hanging in there... but I would love to give her an early retirement, she's earned it.

My Gayest Christmas Ever

December 11, 2006

SOOOOO.... I am officially feeling the madness of the holidays! This year I am particularly torn, mostly because with everything going on, starting a new business, moving, all that jazz, I often find my bank account lacking in funds. So now I have to start considering how I will meaningfully yet inexpensively start gifting all of my loved ones.

Luckily for me I love to bake, and Christmas just ain't Christmas with at least some baked goods, so EVERYONE expect brownies.

I have never been a great reciever of gifts. I mean... what do I really need? I got my health, my dog, my car, my career, an awesome family, some great friends... it's a pretty full plate of fortune. My favorite gift today remains the big box of underwear, socks, and v-neck t-shirts (my signature shirt) that my mother sends me EVERY YEAR. It will never matter how much money I make or where I am in life -- one thing I can always depend on is new undies from Costco.