bitterdiva

Holiday Hooplah

It's getting to be that time of year. Full of cracked out holiday songs, spiked egg nog (is there any other way?), x-gates tighter than a sardine can, shopping, fud, and helping the post office beef up their employees by sending cards. I have decided that if you want a card from me this year, and you're farily certain I don't have your bloody address, I am requesting that you e-mail me it. Hey, you may even be surprised with one. That's sort of an idiotic statement, if you give me the addy you'll be certain of a card, but then it wouldn't be a surprise now would it.

I was contemplating lining up all the cats and taking a picture of their brown eyes and photoshopping santa hats on them. Nothing brightens my day like a big ole catbutt in my face. =)

So in two days, it'll be thanksgiving. A time of feasting, a time for relaxing, a time for being stuck in a snow storm on your 3 hour trip home, and a time for getting drunk so you don't murder your aunt when she boasts about her wealth. It's also a time where we're supposed to reflect upon our lives and be thankful for where we are and how fortunate things are. So without further ado, my list of what I'm thankful for:

Black, chocolate, cats, insane relatives, cracked out roommates, drunken friends, intelligent coworkers, the middle finger, Hello Kitty, tiramisu, british-irish-scotish accents, and snow!

What I'm not thankful for are assholes, bipolar ex-boyfriends dating cumdumpsters, SUV owners in the snow, people who never get a clue, lazy slacker moochers, 90 degree 100% humidity weather, and people who forget who their friends are when they move away or get a significant other!

12:27 PM

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