On the Seventeenth Day of Christ*&^%$

On the Seventeenth Day of Christ*&^%$, TiZ reveals to you...

I fear these have grown boring and commonplace.

I look back at the reveals of the first year and am jealous of my own ballsiness.

I am not keen on verbal abbreviations of words. No "totes," "opes," or "avail" leave my lips.

I feel no need to be perceived as cool.

I rarely feel the need to prove how smart I am. Or not. That's my business.

I do believe there are stupid questions. Okay...maybe not stupid. Thoughtless?

Selfish questions make me want to jam chopsticks in my ears.

My stomach never makes it through the holiday season unscathed.

I wish someone would get me a Christmas tree and decorate it with my ornaments while I'm at work.

I spent more money on beautification this past opening week than I have in...well...two whole years.

I don't understand why some people send me Facebook invites to events out of town. Do you think I care? Really? Do you need my attention? Really? If I haven't seen you in 25 years...

I am absolutely sick that I am missing the Mike Errico Annual Holiday Show this Wednesday the 21st at Rockwood Hall at 7:30. You go!

I freaking love making this much money.

Historically, every five years I make windfall paychecks that carry me through...

This was the sixth year. My belt was tight...

I believe any review that mentions Kristin Chenoweth when she is not actually in the show is a lazy review.

I despise lazy.