I Don't Want to be Merry
I suppose I have a lot to say. But I don't want to.
I drove to see my parents this morning. This Christmas my father likes me. My mother gave me some good books (Kierkegaard and Ibsen). Sabs and I cooked some food. Then I drove back home. Diane fed me a slab of cow and some decent wine.
I like Diane.
I keep forgetting to break up with this girl I know. I think that's a problem.
That Christmas movie with that guy with that whiny voice came on tonight. I hate that movie. I always cheer for him to jump but he never does.
There is some satisfaction to be achieved from sitting alone in one's room and listening to depressing music on Christmas eve.
I hate Santa. But I guess you already knew that.
I drove to see my parents this morning. This Christmas my father likes me. My mother gave me some good books (Kierkegaard and Ibsen). Sabs and I cooked some food. Then I drove back home. Diane fed me a slab of cow and some decent wine.
I like Diane.
I keep forgetting to break up with this girl I know. I think that's a problem.
That Christmas movie with that guy with that whiny voice came on tonight. I hate that movie. I always cheer for him to jump but he never does.
There is some satisfaction to be achieved from sitting alone in one's room and listening to depressing music on Christmas eve.
I hate Santa. But I guess you already knew that.