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Merry Christmas to all. If you're waiting for me to wish a Happy Hannukah, Kwanzaa, Saturnalia, or Graknatar's Assumption, then forget it. This is MY holiday, so I'm gonna wish it on people! HuzzaH! If you practice other holidays, then you should wish them on people. That's your job. I'm not gonna do your job for you! I barely do my job!
I am at that stage of tiredness where everything seems funny. The shakes and delerium to follow. Another day of three hours of sleep. Today's culprit: our newest cat yowling to be let inside. No one else was home, so it fell to me. I couldn't just leave him out there. And from then on there was no getting back to sleep.
Lesley and Dean came over tonight and we had Christmas with them. Much food eaten and presents exchanged. I am humbled and awed by their present to me... let's just say that my planned trip to visit Certain Someone just got a whole lot easier. We also have a house full of expensive chocolate now thanks to them. It's a regular Belgium in our kitchen. You hear that,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
cygny? You live in our kitchen! Your turn to cook supper tonight!
*ahem* Anyway, my mom and Lesley monopolized the conversation. Both my parents were in the room so I had to be, um, a little more restrained in my choices of conversational topics than I usually am around D&L. But yeah... chocolate-coated cranberries are gooood...
I am tired. In this regard I am not unlike a limp dick. I am glad I have tomorrow and Christmas off, since this way I can get rested. It is not nice for a limp dick to celebrate the birth of Jesus. This will be my first Christmas Eve in three years where I don't have to work. I am looking forward to a night under the blankets watching holiday movies and staying up late to see the Mass at St. Peter's Basillica. *gasp* That might offend somebody so I hope they still televise it.
The one good thing about the holiday season being at an end will be it means no more Old Navy holiday commercials for another year. I hate Old Navy with a passion. My ex-girlfriend works part-time at one and keeps emailing me coupons. When will she learn I don't shop there? O, those horrid commercials with the beautiful Stepford Children singing about the great prices of Old Navy's wares to the tune of well-known Christmas carols. Don't get me wrong, some of the women on the commercials are cute in that "fuck-them-in-the-ass-without-lube, cum-all-over-their-back, and-steal-forty-bucks-out-of-their-purse" sort of way. But by and large, they'd all look better with a baseball bat through their head. I try to help out by doing this, but it just goes through the TV instead.
Dear Santa Clause, please bring me a new TV.
Did I mention I'm really tired? This is not funny folks, I am really, REALLY tired.
I am at that stage of tiredness where everything seems funny. The shakes and delerium to follow. Another day of three hours of sleep. Today's culprit: our newest cat yowling to be let inside. No one else was home, so it fell to me. I couldn't just leave him out there. And from then on there was no getting back to sleep.
Lesley and Dean came over tonight and we had Christmas with them. Much food eaten and presents exchanged. I am humbled and awed by their present to me... let's just say that my planned trip to visit Certain Someone just got a whole lot easier. We also have a house full of expensive chocolate now thanks to them. It's a regular Belgium in our kitchen. You hear that,
cygny? You live in our kitchen! Your turn to cook supper tonight!*ahem* Anyway, my mom and Lesley monopolized the conversation. Both my parents were in the room so I had to be, um, a little more restrained in my choices of conversational topics than I usually am around D&L. But yeah... chocolate-coated cranberries are gooood...
I am tired. In this regard I am not unlike a limp dick. I am glad I have tomorrow and Christmas off, since this way I can get rested. It is not nice for a limp dick to celebrate the birth of Jesus. This will be my first Christmas Eve in three years where I don't have to work. I am looking forward to a night under the blankets watching holiday movies and staying up late to see the Mass at St. Peter's Basillica. *gasp* That might offend somebody so I hope they still televise it.
The one good thing about the holiday season being at an end will be it means no more Old Navy holiday commercials for another year. I hate Old Navy with a passion. My ex-girlfriend works part-time at one and keeps emailing me coupons. When will she learn I don't shop there? O, those horrid commercials with the beautiful Stepford Children singing about the great prices of Old Navy's wares to the tune of well-known Christmas carols. Don't get me wrong, some of the women on the commercials are cute in that "fuck-them-in-the-ass-without-lube, cum-all-over-their-back, and-steal-forty-bucks-out-of-their-purse" sort of way. But by and large, they'd all look better with a baseball bat through their head. I try to help out by doing this, but it just goes through the TV instead.
Dear Santa Clause, please bring me a new TV.
Did I mention I'm really tired? This is not funny folks, I am really, REALLY tired.
