God, I hate Thanksgiving. Yes, it's all very good that we recognize what we're thankful for. For example, I'm very, very thankful I don't look like Christopher Walken. But I had to spend the entire morning cleaning the house, the turkey was cold and tasteless, and I had to make three plates of olives, chives, and onions on cream-cheese covered crackers.
I am tired, I'm sick, and I'd like nothing more than a hot water bottle and a nice book, and the next time my parents insist we watch a movie together as a family, I'd like them to pick something a little more interesting than LEGALLY BLONDE 2.
Thank you not at all, Thanksgiving. Next year, I think I'll spend the day throwing rocks at little kids. It'll definitely be more enjoyable.
On a completely different note, Christmas is coming up, and I'm debating whether or not I actually want to go to the trouble of getting gifts for my friends. Yes, I'm a horrible, cold-hearted person. No, I don't care. At all.
See, last year I brought a bunch of chocolate, as I spent a good chunk of the break without power and so could not make or buy personalized gifts. This year, I'm just feeling lazy. Besides, I'm cheap, and even if I buy into that "gift from the heart" bullshit, I'm not going to go around buying my friends shaving razors, grills, and diamonds.
This Christmas, you all can buy ME diamonds (but I'll pass on the grills, thanks).
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Mmm, I think I'll get you a razor instead. A disposable one.
Company or just hyper family? Either way, ouch. I hope the rest of your break is more...enjoyable.
Oh, and we should do something (and I will fail to make a suggestion of what to actually do...).
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