Holiday Funk

It's officially Christmas morning...seven minutes in, to be annoyingly exact. It doesn't feel like Christmas...it hasn't at all this year. To me, it's just another day...except I'm supposed to be shopping for everyone I know, when I don't feel like shopping at all, while everyone in town is crowding the stores that I need to buy gifts in. No season spirit...no holly jolly...I'm sick of wrapping gifts...the snow didn't set the mood, it only worked as a hindrance because my little go-kart of a car doesn't really handle two or three feet of snow so well...they forgot to take the ink theft tags off some of the gifts I got...and I really just don't wish to play this game this year...

I don't want anything for Christmas...and more than that, I don't want a bunch of shit I don't need for Christmas...like anything from Bath & Body Works...or yet another tea set (we aren't collecting them...I got him one in Thailand, I got me one in Thailand...then we moved in together, so we have a grand total of two ((soon to be three))...we don't collect cats, or cars, or toothbrushes either.)

I know this is a poor attitude to have...sue me.

I suppose there is one thing I'd love for Christmas...a ring...a promise of spending the rest of my life with the man I love...that'd be just swell. Last week at work, some girl who I hardly know comes over and started asking about my relationship and how long have we been together and what not...then says, "I predict you're going to have a really great new year...because I know something..." and she's all smiling like a goddamn fool. It took everything in me not to slam her face in the wall...where does she think she gets off having that conversation with me and implying Drew's going to propose...like that's a topic that in any way warrants her input. I'm sure he won't anyways...not for a holiday...we've already discussed this. But that's pretty much the only thing I want...and I wouldn't mind getting pictures from friends of their growing families. That's it...make a note.