Longest Christmas of my life?

[missstickbug]

Wow. It's like 9 o'clock on Christmas. I pretty much hate my life. I'm up here and nothing's wrong, per say. I'm just... not at home. This isn't it. Peter drives me crazy. He sings (opera!?) all around the house. I exist when he wants/needs me. I guess he's a typical guy, except that he puts up with a lot of crap from me (but I put out enough to make it worthwhile for him). He's just SO different from anyone I've ever been with. He's smart, but sometimes he's just so plain dumb. Loves people and he's caring, but self-centered. This was his reasoning for Christmas: "I got you what I wanted to see you in." Yes, he did pick out one thing I asked for. My fault it looks bad on me. But like... bright green turtleneck? Purple ski coat? Do you know me at all?! (obvious answer=no). And if it were just presents, I'd smile, we'd take them back, the end. But it's not. He just doesn't THINK. Doesn't. As in not only does it not come naturally, it's physically impossible. I've had to shoo him away from me in stores two or three times now because I can't get anything done with him following me around.

Perhaps the most irritating thing of it all? I'm the only one irritated. He just mellows out and ignores it. or comes and tries to cheer me up. and usually succeeds in doing ANOTHER annoying thing.

I hear him coming. More to follow...