I gotta tell ya boys and girls, Christmas just really fucking sucks!
The insipid songs, the incessant marketing, the gross hypocrisy, the Goddamn Fucking Salvation Army with their Goddamn Fucking Annoying Bells, the endless, mind-numbing, soul-stealing repetition of the same poorly-sung Christmas songs over the office Muzak, the same “What are you going to get for . . .” conversations ad infinitum ad nauseum.
And, worst of all, the expectation you’ll fucking join in, of course you’ll join in, you don’t want to be a Scrooge, do you? Ah, shit no, wouldn’t want to be a Scrooge, right? Nah, it’s much better to be a hypocrite and wish you well, when I couldn’t care less if you got hit by a fucking bus full of last-minute shoppers as soon as you stepped off the goddamn curb on your way to Macy’s for some last-minute buying yourself, right?
Yeah, Merry Fucking Christmas, Cratchitt. God Fucking Bless Us, Every Fucking One.
Heh. Shopping? Well-wishing? Tossing your pocket change into the nearest charity bucket? Pish-posh. Come talk to me after you’ve just hosted Christmas dinner for 25+ people.
“Wednesday the 15th - Chris made one of her rare good points today.” Guanolad
I’m feeling kinda Grinchy this year myself. I normally get in the spirit of things about two weeks before, but it really sneaked up on me this year and I confess I’m stressed out in part because I procrastinate. Have spent about a total of 15 hours on the web hunting for a gift - found it two days ago, ordered it, then got home this evening to find a message from the place saying they didn’t have it in the size I need. Stressed out trying to shop on my lunch hour and meet deadlines at work. Some snow would help, but of course all we’re getting here is bone-chilling rain. Sure hope Christmas Day dinner with the family goes well (thank God I’m not hosting).