happy fucking christmas
i still hate this fucking holiday. i was forced to go to church last night, where they sang the WRONG tune to o little town of bethlehem, and put weird unnecessary pauses in o come o come immanuel, definitely my favorite christmast song ever (it's in a minor key and all chantey). then, i was forced to shake hands with old people and tell them that they should have the peace with them, whatever the fuck that means, and then i was forced to listen to people air their dirty laundry in public so we could pray for them. i hate presbyterians. oh, and on this lovely christmas morning, i got almost nothing i wanted, and quite a few things i didn't. including a box from my crackhead brother, with little odd toys glued inside, and a little juniper sprig. can anyone else say crack cocaine? say it with me! c-r-a-c-k! eesh. and i still have to go book shopping, because not one of the books i received was one i am actually excited about reading.