So, by tonight I"m supposed to have a letter to Santa in a shoe in a window, and in the mroning the shoe will be filled with candy. that's the theory, and the tradition.
but do you have any idea how fucking stupid i feel writing a letter to santa when I'm almost twenty?
It's pretty fucking hard. here are my drafts, figure you guys might get some amusement out of this.
1-"dear santa,
we both know this is bullshit, but yeah. Umm..i haven't really been the best child this year, I've probably aged my poor mom about a decade, but uh, now i'm working pretty hard, and i'm signing up for school, so things are looking up, right? I don't know why i'm writing this, because all the things i want are outside of my family's means anyhow, but umm.. i guess a few cd's would be cool, and i'd kill for a keyboard?
yeah. happy Christmas.
-tina"
2-"dear santa, i'd like a hookah and some weed for christmas. thanks a bunch, tina."
3-"mom, this is bullshit. the things i really want, i can't have, and the things that i want that i cna have I may as well buy for myself?fuck this.
merry christmas, tina."
i think letter 1 is looking like the winner, because each draft i get a little more annoyed. yeah.
4-"dear santa- all i want for christmas is a good spanking, and i've been very naughty so i definately deserve one"
i dunno, that'd freak the shit out of her, might be kynda funny to watch, but i'd probably get kicked out of the house.
stoked about the gen, i can't wait.Also looking forward to further conversation with my favorite thunder god on wednesday. Maybe i'll let him take me home one of these days. lol.
also, i'm kynda in the market for another job, maybe just to be a second job, or to replace this one. whichever, i'm not getting enough hours these days.
well, love. light, grasshoppers and a very happy kwanza (w/e the fuck kwanza really is) to all.