Just another idle Saturday night with too much to drink, too much time on my hands and no creative outlet or solutions for life's little ten ton weights that bear down on my fuzzy, soon to be (hopefully) blitzed head.
I really hate long vacations. These holidays seem to take forever to roll around, making me all giddy like a little schoolgirl, but as soon as a couple days pass... I can't wait to either pass out or be called back to work, or maybe even break a leg and spend the rest of the time in a hospital pretending I speak Cantonese or some other obscenely uncommon language. I bet charades on morphine would be really interesting and fun for all parties involved.
I can't tell whats worse, Christmas or New Years. To me, Christmas was completely stressed. Stretching an already pained and wailing bank account on presents for most people whom I don't know that well and or really could care less about or who are so vague about what they want I might as well wrap a trout in a newspaper and top it off with a bow.
Then there is New Years. Trying to find something to do, only to find there is too much to do, only to not do anything at all, only to hear of the mind numbing stories that repeat themselves over and over and over and over and over and over and over... and over. "Dude, you should've been there! There was this chick who got so crazy she stuck a glass full of tequila up her hooha!" or "Man, you should've seen it! I just ordered a drink of tequila when this chick grabbed it and stuck it down her panties!" or "Not much happened. Some jerk put a glass of tequila on my chair and I sat on it, soaking my crotch". Goodie... goodie... gum drops.
... course now I'm craving margaritas.
christmas
