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:: 12.20.2004 ::
it's a brisk 18 degrees tonight. with wind chill it feels like 5. in athens. georgia. if I say "I was just wearing a t-shirt yesterday" again, I'm gonna smack my own head into a wall. but really, it's wild. I was just wearing a t-shirt yester.. ow.
I'm not sure what's worse - being too broke to afford to shop for gifts or having the money and then having to actually do the shopping. I've pawed over so many shirts looking for the right one. not to be cliche, but there are a shitload of folks somewhere who would appreciate any one of them. I guess there's a pretty big difference in cultural wishlists. then again, mine doesn't say "food & peace for all" either, so who am I to notice?
dude, I'm getting a dell.
I'd bet I couldn't make it through a single handwritten page without at least one hand cramp. this typing shit is cake. with carpal tunnel icing. and little candy robot people. like grimace and ronald on the mcdonald's ice cream cakes. I bet there are a shitload of people who would love just one of those robots.
5 days and counting..
the person who coined the phrase "as slow as christmas" hadto have been a kid. the older I get, the faster it comes around. sneaks up on me like herpes. not to compare the two - christmas is way cooler. totally, dude. though herpes has its pros as well. there's a good chance that the carrier had a good time receiving it and you get eligibility in all those dreamy valtrex ads & commercials. and you could call what christmas has become an std of sorts - socially tarnished divinity. and no, I don't mean that tasty white candy shit. I mean everyone spending ungodly (see the tie in?) amounts of money on the most unnecessary shit in the world. and there's tons of unnecessary shit in the world. how convenient. we can just slap price tags on all of it and give to each other in the name of christ.
really though.. I love christmastime. good spirits and smiles are enough to make it all worthwhile. of course by that I mean quality alcohol and fuck me eyes. I keep wanting to be sincere and warm and fuzzy but my delirium keeps pulling shit from my mental gutters. they stay rather clogged.
merry christmas everybody - and here's to many more forehead bruises, underpriviledged nations, candy robots, herpes cases, pieces of divinity, and drunken sexcapades in the new year!
:: posted by Michael at 6:08 AM
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