It's kind of... well, boring. Overkill. Uninteresting. I've never had an Xmas that really stood out for being a bonding, familial experience. Then when my dad got sick and my mom became an alcoholic (or, rather, her Alcoholism went out of remission and she became an active drunk again) I got used to the nonevent that Christmas has become. The only years I remember vividly are, sadly, the years I got that BIG GIFT I wanted... stupid. When all along it was the begging and pleading to open my gifts early to my mom and dad and them finally -- FINALLY -- caving, after 2 days, and letting me open my gifts...
No Chinese food and A Christmas Story marathon this year, though.
Gonna go to a friend's house later today. Gonna have innocent fun, as they say. Pot and alcohol. Food and drink.
Boring.
That's like... grocery store sushi. It's sushi -- but it's not SUSHI! Fuuuuck.
I'm finding 'blogging' to be fun. Although it did make a lot more sense when it was called Journals, but that ain't cool. I have a low post count but my join date is from 2005. I feel like I share way too much. No one needs to know any of this shit. But I've been mostly lurking on this website for over 6 years now so maybe it's time I give back to the community in any way I can. My mindless ramblings aren't much, but I guess it's better than nothing.
I want to help people, advise people, give them a push in the right direction -- but who the fuck am I to do that? I am nobody. How can I help someone with stuff I cannot figure out for myself?
I have to cook some food and bring it... one of my other friends who is going to the gathering later gave us some money to buy some food. I only have enough money to buy basic, essential food for the 3 of us -- the FAMILY -- not some extraneous stuff... But my friend came through. I'm sure for selfish reasons but... whatever.
Oh, and I'm making Creamsicle Jello Shots! (That's orange Jello with vanilla vodka... I have this huge fucking liquor cabinet and I don't touch much of it, if ever, anymore... I used to wonder, back when I was like, 17, how people could just have ALL THIS LIQUOR and not touch it! Well, I get it now...)
The person that did this was my high school drinking/drug buddy. He's more than that, probably one of my best friends, but neither of us would admit it, especially not to each other. He's my brother's age but graduating college ahead of me... Everyone is going to get their degrees before me, it seems.
Oh -- one thing about my new old job -- don't hand a fucking box cutter to someone you just met 5 minutes ago and then proceed to be a fucking raging lunatic bitch to them. It's just not good for your general well being.
No Chinese food and A Christmas Story marathon this year, though.
Gonna go to a friend's house later today. Gonna have innocent fun, as they say. Pot and alcohol. Food and drink.
Boring.
That's like... grocery store sushi. It's sushi -- but it's not SUSHI! Fuuuuck.
I'm finding 'blogging' to be fun. Although it did make a lot more sense when it was called Journals, but that ain't cool. I have a low post count but my join date is from 2005. I feel like I share way too much. No one needs to know any of this shit. But I've been mostly lurking on this website for over 6 years now so maybe it's time I give back to the community in any way I can. My mindless ramblings aren't much, but I guess it's better than nothing.
I want to help people, advise people, give them a push in the right direction -- but who the fuck am I to do that? I am nobody. How can I help someone with stuff I cannot figure out for myself?
I have to cook some food and bring it... one of my other friends who is going to the gathering later gave us some money to buy some food. I only have enough money to buy basic, essential food for the 3 of us -- the FAMILY -- not some extraneous stuff... But my friend came through. I'm sure for selfish reasons but... whatever.
Oh, and I'm making Creamsicle Jello Shots! (That's orange Jello with vanilla vodka... I have this huge fucking liquor cabinet and I don't touch much of it, if ever, anymore... I used to wonder, back when I was like, 17, how people could just have ALL THIS LIQUOR and not touch it! Well, I get it now...)
The person that did this was my high school drinking/drug buddy. He's more than that, probably one of my best friends, but neither of us would admit it, especially not to each other. He's my brother's age but graduating college ahead of me... Everyone is going to get their degrees before me, it seems.
Oh -- one thing about my new old job -- don't hand a fucking box cutter to someone you just met 5 minutes ago and then proceed to be a fucking raging lunatic bitch to them. It's just not good for your general well being.
