My favorite holiday is almost here. We stay home. I do the cooking. We watch football, drink and eat. We don't have to get all gussied up, we don't have to deal with trying to watch a game between little Timmy and Emily fighting over a toy which always seems to happen right in front of the TV. It is by far my favorite. And to top it all off, 5 glorious days out of the office. FOCUS: How about you? Share recipes. Anything you want.
The house now looks like Santa's Village fucked a Hallmark warehouse. I have to turn sideways to go up and down the stairs because of all the Christmas bullshit. And Crazy is spazzing out because he has so much more decorating to do and not enough time to do it. I might note that no one comes over to the house for the holidays and the only people not living in the house that see it is the random cop that shows up because of some conflict with the neighbors. I hate the holidays.
Is there anything in the lease agreement that you can point to that they’re violating on account of being fucking stupid? I mean, there’s no way there isn’t a better, cheaper lease somewhere in Vegas right?
I don't exactly hate them yet, but I'm getting there. The extended family has become fractured due to deaths, illnesses, etc., so the holidays aren't the chaotic but fun chance to see the relatives that they once were. And we have the joy of hosting all of them (Easter, Thanksgiving, Christmas Eve) for my immediate family. I still get into Thanksgiving, because I love the food, but the (only) good part about hosting is the leftovers. I still have to travel to pick up my mother and then bring her home. And on top of still having to travel, although its at my own house, I can't drink, because, well - driving.
I've got the master bedroom with my own private bathroom, king size bed, a 42" TV, and all utilities covered for $475 a month. That's why I put up with it.
Waking up at 3:30 tomorrow morning to go to Maui for a week. Three year old and three month old on an 8 hour flight should be fun. Especially since I haven’t had a drink in about 3 months..... There are worse ways to spend the holidays.
Im spending the holiday(s) alone as the rest of my family is in Florida at the moment. I might go hunting that day. I have to work Friday (passed my drug screen with no flush).
My niece invited me to Thanksgiving dinner, which is cool. I had to turn her down because I'd told Crazy I'd be around for dinner that day. He's in full blown holiday martyr mode. "You guys don't appreciate me. (Other roommate) went out to dinner with his girlfriend instead of me. The doctor says I'm going to have a stroke because of all my stress. Blah, blah, fucking blah." It's like dealing with one of my insane exes.
You sound like you live in a reality show on one of the lesser MTV channels. Tell him to go get his fucking sex change already.
One of these days I'll tell y'all all the stories...I've barely scratched the surface with what I've mentioned here. It's almost entertaining even though I'm living through it.
Please tell me you’ve started writing down stories about them for an inevitable book. Passive income is gonna look real nice once you move to your house in the middle of nowhere.
Nah. I can't be assed with writing lately. The stories are all etched in my brain though. Now lets just hope I don't accidentally kill off the brain cells holding those memories by doing something stupid.
Tell him he should go on a reality show. In a high school graduating class of 50 with me, one of them went on Big Brother, one went on Survivor, and an extremely flamboyant one went on MTV’s “night with my ex.” If those idiots could make it through casting, certainly someone who shits out holiday decour could make it.