No Thanks!-giving
I fucking hate holidays. It isn't so much the festive atmospheres, the shopping fanaticism, the lame football games, etc...it's the manditory get-togethers with the family. My family can kiss my absent ass. So, my brother lives like 15 minutes away, he and his girlfriend are the only two people (besides myself) who are going to be coming to my parents' house today, yet, my fucking mom has been cleaning, cooking, fixing shit, etc all day. She's super anal about me taking a shower when I arrived cause "I just cleaned the tub." FUCK YOU! is Neil going to be taking a fucking shower during the 4 hours he's gonna be here? NO! On top of that, would you rather I smelt like shit? god forbid I offend my half-retarded family with my post-workout funk. I should have taken a shit in the shower...I always think of these things too late. Plus, pooping on demand is way harder than it should be.
My mom said, "I'm going to the liquor store, you want anything?" HAHAHA YES! I said, "get me some whiskey." She responds, "Your father just bought a big bottle." I then say, "get me some vodka then, can't have enough sitting around." I'm gonna get drunk on whiskey, rather than eat "Thanksgiving" food, and take the vodka home with me. It'll be my parting gift. On top of that, I deserve post-family-encounter intoxication, having to endure these shitbags for so long this year. I know I sould bitter and spiteful, but shit, I come to this house about twice a week to take advantage of their kindliness and my brother just doesn't come visit at all...instead of saying to him, "why don't you visit?" they just make a super big deal about it when he does.
I should point out, his birthday was October 4th, my birthday was October 21st. We went out for his birthday, got dressed up, had drinks, dinner, gave him gifts...hip hip hooray. My birthday was about two and a half weeks later, as pointed out earlier, but "nobody has time" to get together for MY birthday. Not that I particularly WANTED to, but it's absolutely symbolic of how this family functions. Not only that, but I still haven't gotten my birthday gifts yet. "We'll be getting together for Thanksgiving," says mother. Thanks! that's more than a month after my birthday. I'm sure they'll likely forget those fucking gifts today and just say, "well, Xmas is coming up." You're right, and I'm far from excited to spend any money on any member of this family for this religious holiday. Kwanza's right around the corner too; same rational, still, no presents. I'm greedy. I'm a brat. And now that daddy's come home, it's time for a drink.
P.S. My father hates tattoos...especially on my arms...well, he hasn't seen my forearm piece yet. Guess who's wearing a sleeveless shirt today? It's so exciting, it's like coming out of the closet, but not being gay! OUTRAGE! If I'm going to be treated like shit, I'm going to make everyone feel shitty and awkward. DEATH TO FAMILY HOLIDAYS!
I promise I'm not always this poopy...this is just a high-anxiety environment and I'm terribly with coping with anxiety.
Tonight is Ali's 21st birthday. Mortimer's @ 10:00pm. Drinking rules.
My mom said, "I'm going to the liquor store, you want anything?" HAHAHA YES! I said, "get me some whiskey." She responds, "Your father just bought a big bottle." I then say, "get me some vodka then, can't have enough sitting around." I'm gonna get drunk on whiskey, rather than eat "Thanksgiving" food, and take the vodka home with me. It'll be my parting gift. On top of that, I deserve post-family-encounter intoxication, having to endure these shitbags for so long this year. I know I sould bitter and spiteful, but shit, I come to this house about twice a week to take advantage of their kindliness and my brother just doesn't come visit at all...instead of saying to him, "why don't you visit?" they just make a super big deal about it when he does.
I should point out, his birthday was October 4th, my birthday was October 21st. We went out for his birthday, got dressed up, had drinks, dinner, gave him gifts...hip hip hooray. My birthday was about two and a half weeks later, as pointed out earlier, but "nobody has time" to get together for MY birthday. Not that I particularly WANTED to, but it's absolutely symbolic of how this family functions. Not only that, but I still haven't gotten my birthday gifts yet. "We'll be getting together for Thanksgiving," says mother. Thanks! that's more than a month after my birthday. I'm sure they'll likely forget those fucking gifts today and just say, "well, Xmas is coming up." You're right, and I'm far from excited to spend any money on any member of this family for this religious holiday. Kwanza's right around the corner too; same rational, still, no presents. I'm greedy. I'm a brat. And now that daddy's come home, it's time for a drink.
P.S. My father hates tattoos...especially on my arms...well, he hasn't seen my forearm piece yet. Guess who's wearing a sleeveless shirt today? It's so exciting, it's like coming out of the closet, but not being gay! OUTRAGE! If I'm going to be treated like shit, I'm going to make everyone feel shitty and awkward. DEATH TO FAMILY HOLIDAYS!
I promise I'm not always this poopy...this is just a high-anxiety environment and I'm terribly with coping with anxiety.
Tonight is Ali's 21st birthday. Mortimer's @ 10:00pm. Drinking rules.