I wish this rain was snow
You know what I hate, when you go outside in the rain and the bottoms of your pants soak up water until you're wet to the calf with very cold wet ankles. Cold wet ankles are the worst. Maybe if I wasn't so short, my pants wouldn't drag. This commentary may seem random, but at the moment I happen to have cold wet ankles, so you see it's really quite a current event. One might even call it a hot button issue, since the current state of affairs really does upset me.
I stayed home from work yesterday. Is momentary depression grounds for a sick day? I think so, but I doubt they would agree so I invented a migraine. I woke up in the morning and just couldn't face the day. I just needed a day by myself at home to work out some things, which I did and I feel tremendously better. Something had been on my mind for a while and I've finally decided on a course of action. It wasn't easy and I'm not sure that I'll be able to stick to my guns, but I think it would be best for all parties involved if I did. I'm still a little sad, but I feel resolved, which is a relief after agonizing over things for the last few weeks.
So it's the holiday season, and I'm going to be spending Christmas alone at home in my pjs on the couch with chinese food delivery and movies by the truckload. No family, no cooking, no cleaning, no drama, no travel, no getting dressed up. Shit, I don't even need to leave the house. I laugh at all of you with trees and decorated houses and all the fucking fa la la. I'm not even Christian, why do I bother celebrating this holiday? Yet I still slaved away in a hot kitchen making gift baskets to mail to all of my family. My last few Christmases have been miserable, mainly because my family is a little nutso and Maine depresses me after about 48 hours. I wish I could see some of my family, but only if I could teleport there and teleport back to Philadelphia immediately after dinner. I like seeing them all for a day or two, but anything more than that sucks and it makes no sense to spend a lot of time and money on travel for only a day or two of visiting. Ultimately, though, I think this will be a good Christmas for me. I even got presents this year!
I'm going to miss all my friends while they're home for a month. A month! That's way too long! I have no idea what I'm going to do with myself for a month. However, I do have my birthday to look forward to. 21 baby! I'm going to Sisters in the city with Giulia (my roommate) on the day of, and the following weekend a bunch of the Berkshire crowd will hopefully be raising holy hell with me on the Main Line. It's going to be so nice to finally be legal, even though I haven't been carded for alcohol in ages.
I stayed home from work yesterday. Is momentary depression grounds for a sick day? I think so, but I doubt they would agree so I invented a migraine. I woke up in the morning and just couldn't face the day. I just needed a day by myself at home to work out some things, which I did and I feel tremendously better. Something had been on my mind for a while and I've finally decided on a course of action. It wasn't easy and I'm not sure that I'll be able to stick to my guns, but I think it would be best for all parties involved if I did. I'm still a little sad, but I feel resolved, which is a relief after agonizing over things for the last few weeks.
So it's the holiday season, and I'm going to be spending Christmas alone at home in my pjs on the couch with chinese food delivery and movies by the truckload. No family, no cooking, no cleaning, no drama, no travel, no getting dressed up. Shit, I don't even need to leave the house. I laugh at all of you with trees and decorated houses and all the fucking fa la la. I'm not even Christian, why do I bother celebrating this holiday? Yet I still slaved away in a hot kitchen making gift baskets to mail to all of my family. My last few Christmases have been miserable, mainly because my family is a little nutso and Maine depresses me after about 48 hours. I wish I could see some of my family, but only if I could teleport there and teleport back to Philadelphia immediately after dinner. I like seeing them all for a day or two, but anything more than that sucks and it makes no sense to spend a lot of time and money on travel for only a day or two of visiting. Ultimately, though, I think this will be a good Christmas for me. I even got presents this year!
I'm going to miss all my friends while they're home for a month. A month! That's way too long! I have no idea what I'm going to do with myself for a month. However, I do have my birthday to look forward to. 21 baby! I'm going to Sisters in the city with Giulia (my roommate) on the day of, and the following weekend a bunch of the Berkshire crowd will hopefully be raising holy hell with me on the Main Line. It's going to be so nice to finally be legal, even though I haven't been carded for alcohol in ages.