time for pressies [almost]
I am surrounded by assholes.
Assholes and idiots galore.
Very seriously though, there’s straight fuckery all around me.
I answer the same questions over and over again because people can’t pay attention the first time—and I repeat myself—and feel like there’s no point in even talking to most people because they are just going to forget what I said anyway.
Not saying that I don’t forget things—I do.
I forget a lot but I’m brain damaged, so I have an excuse.
But I at least I make somewhat of an effort to pay attention.
Anyway!
T-minus 7ish.
Ahhhhh I can not wait for Christmas!
Seriously, next week—should be f-u-n.
I initially wanted to go to the shelter and serve food the homeless peeps but Stamford doesn’t even have a shelter!
You have to go to Norwhack and Sauce said that he’s been there before [not to live but to help] and he says it’s sort of screwy Lewy in there…so perhaps we won’t do that.
My Samaritan-ness will have to wait for another time.
I do need to drop off all my damn clothes to the Goodwill.
I have 3 bags of clothes that need a-donatin’.
We still have zero real plans on Christmas day.
I’m anti-family so that’s out of the question.
Our casino plans are still alive and well—so maybe we’re degenerate ourselves even more and go there.
I’m just happy Sauce isn’t all about “spending time with family”.
I suppose I’m being a total wonk-ass because there’s people who don’t have a family or lost their family and they wish they had their family—and I on the other hand am so completely anti.
Don’t get me wrong, if my family wasn’t so dysfunctional, I’d be all about hanging out and loving each other and all that other Disney fantasy type stuff but my family is about as dysfunctional as they come.
And I’m not talking about run-of-the-mill dysfunction; I’m talking like Level 9 “call the Sheriff” dysfunction.
It’s pretty bad and I make jokes about it because it’s definitely better than being a sad Sally about it.
I sometimes get jealous of people that have normal families [or appearing normal] because it makes me remember my family before things went to the shitter.
There’d be like 30 of us and we’d all have dinner together and exchange pressies and all that fun stuff and everyone was happy and then one day—explosion followed by lots and lots of train wrecks.
And people say things like “you shouldn’t take your family for granted” and other jazz and I’m like… “um, shut your filthy mouth” because there’s no way for anyone [maybe Sauce, BNY and France] to possibly even begin to understand how completely wonky everything is.
It’s all good though, I ain’t mad at cha–hollllarrrrrr.
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