Well, let's recap my christmas.
Woke up early, couldnt fall back asleep, laid around all day, talked to bRaNDi (she's wonderful to me), laid around most of the day. finally people show up over here, they're loud messy and irritating. watch about half of Pirates of the Carribean with my cousin Pat, got BACK on the phone with bRaNDi.
no one called me to let me know they were opening gifts.
i had one package under the tree, and it was a pair of BLUE PLAID pajama pants, made out of a stiff cotton material, and two sizes too big. call me ungrateful, but they do NOT count as a gift. they show no investment of enegry or time or thought. they're bullshit to make my father save face with his family. he fucking spends gobs of money on that fucking wife of his, and doesnt even have the consideration to so much as give me a card for christmas, which i would have accepted gratefully. point i'm making: i'm unappriciated in this house, and ignored, and shunned.
circumstaces were probably as follows: my dad is wrapping gifts, and thinks to himself, hm, i havent got anything for MY son, wait, i'll grab something i was gonna give to someone else, wrap it and give it to Will. that'll work.
he then has the audacity to ask if i liked them laytre on in the evening.
on the 24th he tried to ask me 'what i wanted Santa to bring me for christmas', to which i replied, "you're kidding right? why does it always seem that you ask me shit like this the day before my birthday, or on my brithday, or the day before christmas? whatever..." and i walked off.
Fuck Christmas.
my mother gave me a gas card worth $100, which will be useful. so i'm grateful, but it was all she got me that i'll look on with any sense of interest. the other gifts were ignorant "cute" gifts, as in, my mother amusing herself by buying me retarded things.
here's how i work everyone: if you ever want to get me a gift, put some sort of thought into it. think about it, think, would Will like this? it's easy to figure out. i wear my tastes and interests on my sleave. and then make sure the gift has some sorta quirk. then i'm sure i'll enjoy the gift.
When i buy a gift for someone, i try to find something of common interest, so i can feel myself wanting something similar. lik the drum and bass bobble head i bought Ian this year, or the gift i have picked out for Lauren, or the one for James. they're things i would want.
btw: Fuck Christmas
Woke up early, couldnt fall back asleep, laid around all day, talked to bRaNDi (she's wonderful to me), laid around most of the day. finally people show up over here, they're loud messy and irritating. watch about half of Pirates of the Carribean with my cousin Pat, got BACK on the phone with bRaNDi.
no one called me to let me know they were opening gifts.
i had one package under the tree, and it was a pair of BLUE PLAID pajama pants, made out of a stiff cotton material, and two sizes too big. call me ungrateful, but they do NOT count as a gift. they show no investment of enegry or time or thought. they're bullshit to make my father save face with his family. he fucking spends gobs of money on that fucking wife of his, and doesnt even have the consideration to so much as give me a card for christmas, which i would have accepted gratefully. point i'm making: i'm unappriciated in this house, and ignored, and shunned.
circumstaces were probably as follows: my dad is wrapping gifts, and thinks to himself, hm, i havent got anything for MY son, wait, i'll grab something i was gonna give to someone else, wrap it and give it to Will. that'll work.
he then has the audacity to ask if i liked them laytre on in the evening.
on the 24th he tried to ask me 'what i wanted Santa to bring me for christmas', to which i replied, "you're kidding right? why does it always seem that you ask me shit like this the day before my birthday, or on my brithday, or the day before christmas? whatever..." and i walked off.
Fuck Christmas.
my mother gave me a gas card worth $100, which will be useful. so i'm grateful, but it was all she got me that i'll look on with any sense of interest. the other gifts were ignorant "cute" gifts, as in, my mother amusing herself by buying me retarded things.
here's how i work everyone: if you ever want to get me a gift, put some sort of thought into it. think about it, think, would Will like this? it's easy to figure out. i wear my tastes and interests on my sleave. and then make sure the gift has some sorta quirk. then i'm sure i'll enjoy the gift.
When i buy a gift for someone, i try to find something of common interest, so i can feel myself wanting something similar. lik the drum and bass bobble head i bought Ian this year, or the gift i have picked out for Lauren, or the one for James. they're things i would want.
btw: Fuck Christmas
Want to wish you a Happy New year