It's that time of year again. When I look at the fiber optic Christmas tree and wonder...
Is there enough cable in that thing to strangle the whole family?
I love my family. I will not lose my shit again this year. I love my family.
I will not scream that it's fucking Christmas.
I will be good. And filled with good cheer.
I will ignore the rising tide of annoyance/rage.
I will...take another anti-anxiety/antihisthamine pill.
But hey, the fracking house is duly tacky. Three blow-up characters? Check. Two animated light-up deer? Check. Appropriate greenery? Check. Bay window filled with Grandmom's "holiday" dolls? Check.
Is there enough cable in that thing to strangle the whole family?
I love my family. I will not lose my shit again this year. I love my family.
I will not scream that it's fucking Christmas.
I will be good. And filled with good cheer.
I will ignore the rising tide of annoyance/rage.
I will...take another anti-anxiety/antihisthamine pill.
But hey, the fracking house is duly tacky. Three blow-up characters? Check. Two animated light-up deer? Check. Appropriate greenery? Check. Bay window filled with Grandmom's "holiday" dolls? Check.
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