Pay Them in Dollars, Fuck Their Daughters

So I attempted to socialize on Christmas Eve, with marginal results. I wasn't a very good guest, but that's nothing new. Later that night, I couldn't really get to sleep. The sun eventually rose and still, it was a problem. I don't when I finally crashed, but I didn't fully wake again until 1825 and the sky was dark. I got up.

In the living room, my niece's toys were everywhere. On the dining room table, there was a Tommyburger. In the kitchen, the remains of pancakes & bacon.

I ate and watched something on television.

At some point I checked under the tree and found the gift with my name on it. I left it there.

More television. Nightmare Before Christmas was on. That was kind of nice.

I finally did the laundry I've been meaning to do for ages.

Dinner appeared. Ham riddled with horrible clove flavor, yams, and cole slaw, which has been seen too often at the dinner table lately. I never eat the shit. I don't know why it keeps appearing.

I repeat, I hate the taste of cloves on ham. If I want cloves, I'll fucking smoke one, but it ruins ham. There's practically an entire ham in the fridge that I'm not going to touch.

I hate wasting food. We waste far too much of it in this house and it's a goddamned crime.

More television. Watched Fellowship of the Ring for the second time. Ever. I still like The Two Towers better. Fellowship's main bonus was that it had Sean "Fuck, I'm Dead!" Bean, who kicks ass.

At some point, I opened the present. Jeans. Now, I need jeans, but I really would've preferred a DVD. It also would have cost less. Next time I have to remember to actually print the list, regardless of how presumptuous it feels.

After that, South Park.

Before Virginia called, the height of the day was the message that Xambrius left on my voicemail. That was a surprise. Pleasant one, too.

Thanks.




	Pay Them in Dollars, Fuck Their Daughters And Turn It Into Wonderland Home Get Email Updates Email Me Admin Password Remember Me 57370 Curiosities served Share on Facebook				2002-12-26 2:58 AM Merry fuckin' Chrismas Previous Entry :: Next Entry Mood: Lethargic Read/Post Comments (0) So I attempted to socialize on Christmas Eve, with marginal results. I wasn't a very good guest, but that's nothing new. Later that night, I couldn't really get to sleep. The sun eventually rose and still, it was a problem. I don't when I finally crashed, but I didn't fully wake again until 1825 and the sky was dark. I got up. In the living room, my niece's toys were everywhere. On the dining room table, there was a Tommyburger. In the kitchen, the remains of pancakes & bacon. I ate and watched something on television. At some point I checked under the tree and found the gift with my name on it. I left it there. More television. Nightmare Before Christmas was on. That was kind of nice. I finally did the laundry I've been meaning to do for ages. Dinner appeared. Ham riddled with horrible clove flavor, yams, and cole slaw, which has been seen too often at the dinner table lately. I never eat the shit. I don't know why it keeps appearing. I repeat, I hate the taste of cloves on ham. If I want cloves, I'll fucking smoke one, but it ruins ham. There's practically an entire ham in the fridge that I'm not going to touch. I hate wasting food. We waste far too much of it in this house and it's a goddamned crime. More television. Watched Fellowship of the Ring for the second time. Ever. I still like The Two Towers better. Fellowship's main bonus was that it had Sean "Fuck, I'm Dead!" Bean, who kicks ass. At some point, I opened the present. Jeans. Now, I need jeans, but I really would've preferred a DVD. It also would have cost less. Next time I have to remember to actually print the list, regardless of how presumptuous it feels. After that, South Park. Before Virginia called, the height of the day was the message that Xambrius left on my voicemail. That was a surprise. Pleasant one, too. Thanks. Read/Post Comments (0) Previous Entry :: Next Entry Back to Top