Remember That Song...

Boulevard of Broken Dreams? Yeah, I just heard that on the radio.

I didn't post yesterday because Christmas sucks. That's right. I was on board with Christmas for about a week. I managed to get something or make something for everyone on my list, wrapped everything with pretty little bows and put it under the Christmas tree that my mother made me put up. I even fluffed the branches of said Christmas tree so that it didn't just look like a green stick with more green sticks coming off of it. But I draw the line at this. I draw the line at cleaning.

It's true that Christmas has absolutely nothing to do with cleaning and that it's really my own fault that we live a little on the unkempt side, but if it weren't for us having Christmas Eve at my house this year, I wouldn't have had to clean all night. And so I blame it on Christmas. Just like everyone else blames their problems on stupid shit. But I digress.

Other than the cleaning, the Christmas season has been going swimmingly. I usually do the bare minimum of Christmas-y things, but I've been totally getting into it. I even feel like I might have knocked it out of the park. Without breaking my budget!

In completely unrelated news, I gave a fellow motorist the finger this morning. He honked at my twice while I was waiting for a pedestrian to cross the street so I shot him the bird and gave him "fuck you eyes" while saying, "Haven't done that yet this morning." Ugh. I am becoming my worst nightmare.