Xmas Day
Well, here it is, the biggest bitch of all. Christmas Day. And WHAT a day it is!! It's cold, it's gloomy outside, cloudy. My oldest brother is hungover, my mother is coming up with obvious and ridiculous names to call the new kitten, I've got an orange crown on my head and itching at my sunburn, and my other brother is meowing at the kitten in a high pitched tone. This is our Christmas day. And we've still yet to go see our dad.
Now, I don't wanna be the pessimist, but this has to be the worst Christmas in years. This day has just gone to oblivion. I was looking forward to it, I was going to try and retain some of its *magicalness*, but now it's just a matter of getting through it. Last week my oldest brother blew up about it all, he fought with us all about the where and the when of the day, making us feel guilty about the time spent between both our parents, he just had to get it all his way. And then what does he do today? The arrogant bastards walks in at 1:30pm, after making such a big deal about having lunch with mum, and it was my mother who had to wake him up to get him moving! So he finally walks in, he's hungover, and he makes straight for the bathroom to jump in the shower. No hello, no 'merry christmas' everyone. Get fucked.
Ahh well, back to work tomorrow, there's only so much jolly good Christmas spirit I can handle.
So, here I am, writing in my journal before I *implode*, as it's not gonna be anything outwardly violent, it's just gonna be internal destruction. If this is a downhill slope for christmases yet to come, then I wanna be far far away from it all next year. I can't stand this.
Now, I don't wanna be the pessimist, but this has to be the worst Christmas in years. This day has just gone to oblivion. I was looking forward to it, I was going to try and retain some of its *magicalness*, but now it's just a matter of getting through it. Last week my oldest brother blew up about it all, he fought with us all about the where and the when of the day, making us feel guilty about the time spent between both our parents, he just had to get it all his way. And then what does he do today? The arrogant bastards walks in at 1:30pm, after making such a big deal about having lunch with mum, and it was my mother who had to wake him up to get him moving! So he finally walks in, he's hungover, and he makes straight for the bathroom to jump in the shower. No hello, no 'merry christmas' everyone. Get fucked.
Ahh well, back to work tomorrow, there's only so much jolly good Christmas spirit I can handle.
So, here I am, writing in my journal before I *implode*, as it's not gonna be anything outwardly violent, it's just gonna be internal destruction. If this is a downhill slope for christmases yet to come, then I wanna be far far away from it all next year. I can't stand this.