Why won't you let me be sober?!
Why is it that every time I go somewhere that serves alcohol, someone has to give me a 20 minute argument on the joys of alcohol and then, after giving up on convincing me to drink, has to try and spike my cola?
I swear, next time that rum bottle is going somewhere unpleasant, like into the sewage system.
Despite the prior rant, I am actually quite happy. My classes are complete and I don't start next semester until the 16th. My grades will be up next Wed. For once, I am happy at work. That could just be the caffeine and sugar rush, though.
Anyway, happy winter solstice, Christmas, Kwanzaa, Hanukkah, mustard day, and any other anniversary, event, holy recognition, or celebration I should be aware of and/or participating in.
Now excuse me while I untangle my dad from the lights. "One light goes out, they all go out!"
I swear, next time that rum bottle is going somewhere unpleasant, like into the sewage system.
Despite the prior rant, I am actually quite happy. My classes are complete and I don't start next semester until the 16th. My grades will be up next Wed. For once, I am happy at work. That could just be the caffeine and sugar rush, though.
Anyway, happy winter solstice, Christmas, Kwanzaa, Hanukkah, mustard day, and any other anniversary, event, holy recognition, or celebration I should be aware of and/or participating in.
Now excuse me while I untangle my dad from the lights. "One light goes out, they all go out!"