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So for some odd reason the song "Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas" makes me want to caress my wrists with the edge of a new Lady Gillette. Some melancholy sounding woman acknowledging that I'm up to my anus in problems and she thinks that because of some commercialized holiday that "from now on your troubles will be miles away." Sorry ma'am your song doesn't work. Christmas stinks this year and my troubles aren't going anywhere.
Don't get me wrong I love Christmas and everything it's about. But it's a very scary holiday this year. It's my last year to have Santa come and bring lots of presents. Next year Santa will be played by ME. I don't have enough money for presents for everyone because work sucks. How am I going to do this with a kid to buy Christmas for??
My sister-in-law won't come visit because I'm having a little boy. My nephew Gabe was stillborn in May. The world will keep turning and little boys will keep being born but for some reason me having one is ghastly and she can't bare to deal with the pain. Over medicated broad.
And gosh darn it I just don't feel pretty anymore. And I bet you think about her even more now. I won't say anything. Promise. But for some reason it still hurts so bad. For some reason I still feel like I'm not as good. Like sometimes you wish we'd switch places. But you love me. You do. And I love you too. And I know I will feel much better about all this tomorrow...
**Ok, I feel a much better now.**
Hung out with Richie, Alan, Daniel, Lindsay and Amanda. Fun times. Me and Richie and Daniel went to the Huddle House. The Big House platter doesn't come with a waffle anymore but it's still 4.99. I'm very upset.
"This isn't the Big House Platter! This is like a Big TRAILER Platter!!" says I to the waitress. Daniel later points out that the waitress may have been offended if she lived in a trailer. And I make the astute observance
"Well I bet she would be more offended you ASSUME she lives in a trailer because she is a Huddle House waitress."
In the end Richie concludes we should rename it the Big Homeless Shelter Platter.
Ladies and Gentlemen, my night in a nutshell.
Don't get me wrong I love Christmas and everything it's about. But it's a very scary holiday this year. It's my last year to have Santa come and bring lots of presents. Next year Santa will be played by ME. I don't have enough money for presents for everyone because work sucks. How am I going to do this with a kid to buy Christmas for??
My sister-in-law won't come visit because I'm having a little boy. My nephew Gabe was stillborn in May. The world will keep turning and little boys will keep being born but for some reason me having one is ghastly and she can't bare to deal with the pain. Over medicated broad.
And gosh darn it I just don't feel pretty anymore. And I bet you think about her even more now. I won't say anything. Promise. But for some reason it still hurts so bad. For some reason I still feel like I'm not as good. Like sometimes you wish we'd switch places. But you love me. You do. And I love you too. And I know I will feel much better about all this tomorrow...
**Ok, I feel a much better now.**
Hung out with Richie, Alan, Daniel, Lindsay and Amanda. Fun times. Me and Richie and Daniel went to the Huddle House. The Big House platter doesn't come with a waffle anymore but it's still 4.99. I'm very upset.
"This isn't the Big House Platter! This is like a Big TRAILER Platter!!" says I to the waitress. Daniel later points out that the waitress may have been offended if she lived in a trailer. And I make the astute observance
"Well I bet she would be more offended you ASSUME she lives in a trailer because she is a Huddle House waitress."
In the end Richie concludes we should rename it the Big Homeless Shelter Platter.
Ladies and Gentlemen, my night in a nutshell.