Christmas is like war.....
That's it. I'm done. I don't give a damn if I don't have an equal amount of gifts for my parents for Solstice (I'm anal, leave me alone), I am not going Solstice shopping any more! I'm done! That's it! Kaput!
People are fuckin' insane! And not in a good way! I came home with bruises! Dear Gods, it's like I'm the only one who got a anti-rabies shot! Pushing, shoving, being rammed with carts, screaming babies, screaming toddlers, yelling adults, little old ladies that like to ram their cart into my back.....
There were times that I wanted to pick up the closest thing and just start bashing whoever touched me. Personal space is not something these people seem to understand, or even have knowledge of! I had to use my cart like a barrier between me and whoever was trying to shove me aside to get what I was reaching for! And they had the nerve to give me a look when I snarled at them!
This was like Dawn Of The Dead, except that I would have prefered the killer-zombies! At least then it would have permitted me to go into the House of Knives, grab a sword and start decapitating anyone that came near me!
Me done. Uh-huh. Nothing else to buy. All done. *shudders* I ain't going back in there! You can't make me! *dives under desk*