Hell is coming...
Twas another wonderful day in what I like to call Purgatory.
Purgatory can be nice. It stays around 50 to 80 degrees here. But, like hell, and can have its downs also. I have yet to see any of the flames. Nor, have I got to witness any of the burning souls. But, maybe I am not looking close enough. I think I work with Satan. Actually, a bunch of them. It is the world known as telemarketing. Granted, I probably have a better job than most telemarketers. But, the devil is everywhere around me. That is probably why it never snows here. Hell cant handle snow.
At least I am employed. I guess I should be thankful for that. I make more than most of the people I know. Granted, Kevin (from MI.) is making about $30,000 to $50,000 a year. But he recieved a nice cushy job working for the Department Of Defense. That also has its drawbacks. He only gets to see his wife on the weekends. If I was his wife, I would go ballistic. But, hey, I'm not. Blessed be.
Purgatory was nice on christmas. It ended up being cold enough, where I thought I was back in New England or Michigan for that matter. But without the annoying white powder shit. I kind of miss the snow, but pjpete gave me 24 reasons not to miss it. Those 24 reasons are the 24 inches he got about a week to 2 ago. Thanks big man. It is shit like that, that make me feel a little better about moving here.
Where did xmas spirit go? I sure as fuck dont know. That has seemed to dwindle down to almost nothing through the years. Some people (very few) seem to still have the xmas spirit around the holidays, but not many. I use to love xmas. But the fact that alot of people I know care more about what they are going to get (then bitch about the gift), then what it means to be near your friends and family; not to mention the fact that they made it to another xmas.
It is a damn shame, that these people are unable to think about the ones that dont get to spend the holidays with their families. (Soldiers, ones that cant afford to go home(me),homeless) How about families that have to spend that first holiday without a loved one. (My grandfather passed away in November. My grandmother's first xmas in 50+ years without him.) My next door neighbor who lost his 42 year old wife to cancer in may. What about them. You think it is easy? Definitely not. I dont expect people to think about these other things on what is supposed to be a joyous holiday. But these people make it unjoyable for others.
If there is a santa, next year all I want for xmas is the return of THE real xmas spirit. No commercialism. No greedy bastards. No ungratefuls sons of bitches. If I cant get that, may fate draw me to the ones that will appreciate it for what it should be. And not what I was able to afford them, and not that "G.I. Joe with the kung fu grip" (bad example....basically be appreciative of what they got, instead of what they really wanted.
If you are a friend of mine, and is interested in the real xmas spirit, I hope I spend the holidays with you, instead of some spoiled fuck who bitches about what they got. All spoiled brats, I hope Santa, or Satan reams you from behind, as he yells "Taste My Flame, Bitch!"
Purgatory can be nice. It stays around 50 to 80 degrees here. But, like hell, and can have its downs also. I have yet to see any of the flames. Nor, have I got to witness any of the burning souls. But, maybe I am not looking close enough. I think I work with Satan. Actually, a bunch of them. It is the world known as telemarketing. Granted, I probably have a better job than most telemarketers. But, the devil is everywhere around me. That is probably why it never snows here. Hell cant handle snow.
At least I am employed. I guess I should be thankful for that. I make more than most of the people I know. Granted, Kevin (from MI.) is making about $30,000 to $50,000 a year. But he recieved a nice cushy job working for the Department Of Defense. That also has its drawbacks. He only gets to see his wife on the weekends. If I was his wife, I would go ballistic. But, hey, I'm not. Blessed be.
Purgatory was nice on christmas. It ended up being cold enough, where I thought I was back in New England or Michigan for that matter. But without the annoying white powder shit. I kind of miss the snow, but pjpete gave me 24 reasons not to miss it. Those 24 reasons are the 24 inches he got about a week to 2 ago. Thanks big man. It is shit like that, that make me feel a little better about moving here.
Where did xmas spirit go? I sure as fuck dont know. That has seemed to dwindle down to almost nothing through the years. Some people (very few) seem to still have the xmas spirit around the holidays, but not many. I use to love xmas. But the fact that alot of people I know care more about what they are going to get (then bitch about the gift), then what it means to be near your friends and family; not to mention the fact that they made it to another xmas.
It is a damn shame, that these people are unable to think about the ones that dont get to spend the holidays with their families. (Soldiers, ones that cant afford to go home(me),homeless) How about families that have to spend that first holiday without a loved one. (My grandfather passed away in November. My grandmother's first xmas in 50+ years without him.) My next door neighbor who lost his 42 year old wife to cancer in may. What about them. You think it is easy? Definitely not. I dont expect people to think about these other things on what is supposed to be a joyous holiday. But these people make it unjoyable for others.
If there is a santa, next year all I want for xmas is the return of THE real xmas spirit. No commercialism. No greedy bastards. No ungratefuls sons of bitches. If I cant get that, may fate draw me to the ones that will appreciate it for what it should be. And not what I was able to afford them, and not that "G.I. Joe with the kung fu grip" (bad example....basically be appreciative of what they got, instead of what they really wanted.
If you are a friend of mine, and is interested in the real xmas spirit, I hope I spend the holidays with you, instead of some spoiled fuck who bitches about what they got. All spoiled brats, I hope Santa, or Satan reams you from behind, as he yells "Taste My Flame, Bitch!"