So, I come home from work today and am blown away by 5 whole comments. I look at the comments and realize that I know 2 of these people, being as they have been added on my friend list, not that I actually know them. Then I when I decided to check out my bookmarks I found out. My ultra--cool new friend, sophie, had given me a mention in her journal. Of course, being that she's not just ultra-cool, but also ultra-hot and a SG, I can see why I actually got some reads...haha. So thank you to the new hotness for the plug
Tonight is my last night of living alone for a month. My brother. he of the holier-than-thouness, will be moving in to my little one bedroom apartment with me for a month starting tomorrow night. He's gotten himself a job in KC and his wife won't be moving up till January, so he's staying with me till she gets here. I know what you're thinking. How can one guy be so damn lucky to have a 30 year old married man sleeping on an air matress in his living room? It's just another part of the wonder that is my life.
Shit job, shit apartment, shit car, shit president, but you know what I do have? I have "The OC" on my TV. Yes, it's true, at times I seem to have the popular culture tastes of a 16 year old girl, but I'm OK with that. I make my peace with it by looking at my DVD collection and realizing that I have amazing taste in film, so it's all good. I'm not kidding. I have what is quite possibly the best movie collection of anybody I know. Wow, the weird things we take solace in...haha.
On a positive note, I've successfully made my co-workers think I'm a total freak, yet they still find me endearing. I'm told it's one of my best qualities. The ability to do things that would seem detestable in most but make them charming. I truly think I'm just an asshole, but people still seem to like me, so I guess it's OK. My newest quirk to come out at work is that I despise Christmas. I can't stand it, for multiple reasons. First, I don't believe in God, thus don't believe in Christ, thus don't see what I'm celebrating. Secondly, I hate capitalism. I'm not exagerrating. I hate the commercialism and capitalism associated with all the major holidays. And third, I really, really dislike that people need to be worshiping the birthday of the Great Ghost in the Sky to be in the "Christmas Spirit". The spirit of giving of oneself should be a daily activity, not a once a year thing.
OK, I'm done ranting.
Tonight is my last night of living alone for a month. My brother. he of the holier-than-thouness, will be moving in to my little one bedroom apartment with me for a month starting tomorrow night. He's gotten himself a job in KC and his wife won't be moving up till January, so he's staying with me till she gets here. I know what you're thinking. How can one guy be so damn lucky to have a 30 year old married man sleeping on an air matress in his living room? It's just another part of the wonder that is my life.
Shit job, shit apartment, shit car, shit president, but you know what I do have? I have "The OC" on my TV. Yes, it's true, at times I seem to have the popular culture tastes of a 16 year old girl, but I'm OK with that. I make my peace with it by looking at my DVD collection and realizing that I have amazing taste in film, so it's all good. I'm not kidding. I have what is quite possibly the best movie collection of anybody I know. Wow, the weird things we take solace in...haha.
On a positive note, I've successfully made my co-workers think I'm a total freak, yet they still find me endearing. I'm told it's one of my best qualities. The ability to do things that would seem detestable in most but make them charming. I truly think I'm just an asshole, but people still seem to like me, so I guess it's OK. My newest quirk to come out at work is that I despise Christmas. I can't stand it, for multiple reasons. First, I don't believe in God, thus don't believe in Christ, thus don't see what I'm celebrating. Secondly, I hate capitalism. I'm not exagerrating. I hate the commercialism and capitalism associated with all the major holidays. And third, I really, really dislike that people need to be worshiping the birthday of the Great Ghost in the Sky to be in the "Christmas Spirit". The spirit of giving of oneself should be a daily activity, not a once a year thing.
OK, I'm done ranting.
SGKC
As for Christmas. It is a double edged sword. I hate the commercialism of but I love to buy presents for the people I love. Why? It makes me happy to see them get excited that I took the time out to spend money on them. Just to see them smile. I love Christmas because it makes me remember Santa, Rudolph, fresh baked cookies, and snow. It is the one time of year that people feel it is ok to love your fellow man. It should happen all the time but it doesn't. Christmas makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. I'm not a Christian but I love the holiday. My two cents.
This was a kick ass journal entry by the way. It makes you feel better to get that all out doesn't it?