xandra

Well X-mas sure was full of holiday cheer and spirit. I woke up at 5 a.m. to Monkey scracthing at my fucking door and he wouldn't stop. I finally fell back asleep and then woke up again at 8:30 to open presents. When I went out to the living room, my mom had smoked up to place. I think something in my oven was on fire. I asked which one was my stocking and then everyone ignored me. During this whol time, my non-English speaking grandmother sits in front of the T.V. watching her usual - despite the fact that she can't understand anything - the game show channel. It's never gotten on my nerves until then. When all the commotion was over my dad said "Okay, now you be Santa." I hate being Santa. And fuck him for making give out fucking presents after ruining my Christmas year after year. You know, he hasn't ever gotten me any presents for Christmas except this year..a digital camera, which is awesome...but every other year....

This year just didn't feel like Christmas. Besides the presents, it sucked wild boar balls. Just no X-mas spirit.. in anyone!