Filed under: Life, The Unexplainable Things that Seem to Only Occur to Me | Tags: binge it, festivity, Imagine christmas wishes shooting out of your eyes, mr wiggles
This festivity has been far from good tidings and cheer. My holiday-hate festers like an open sore and grows larger and larger with each passing day.
Christmas – what? You mean tis the season to binge eat, binge drink and spend too much money on presents for ungrateful people while almost half of the world’s population – over three billion – live on less than what it cost you for a grande mocha frappuccino at Starbucks?
How about the fact that 26,500-30,000 children die each day due to poverty. And they “die quietly in some of the poorest villages on earth, far removed from the scrutiny and the conscience of the world. Being meek and weak in life makes these dying multitudes even more invisible in death.”
The ghosts of Christmas past, present and future can suck on that.
I’d spend this wednesday and thursday alone if I could help it. Maybe put on some really bad Celine Dion-Cher mixcd and hope that the insufferably bad music will help me forget about my dysfunctionalities and deep irreverance for the majority of mankind. But no, good friends and surrogate familes (hello faye!) have offered me places at their dining tables and I would be an unappreciative ingrate (more on Xmas than any other time) if I turned down their kindness.
So I will stuff myself silly with turkey and ham, guzzle myself drunk on champagne and fun and engage in titillating conversations – as if for just one day, everything in the world will be okay. Shit it, my contemptuous cup runneth over today.
Oh my delicate heart – the boy (let’s call him N) has gone home to the Motherland. Granted he’ll be back in 2 weeks and hasn’t exactly been shipped off to war, some people I know are rather sick of hearing me moping over my lack of a certain party playmate. He’s fun, smart and so adorable every time he looks at me a little part of my heart chips off and my knees go weak. Too bad about his emotional baggage – I know a suitcase when I see one. An ex of mine brougt along 20 bags full of feelings and issues only a trained professional would be able to deal with.
I’ve already made my new year resolutions. In 2009 I will be more adventurous, nicer to other people, quit smoking and que sara sara my tres pathetique lack of love life because I am a meddlesom trainwrecking fool.
In the mean time, happy holidays you guys. From The Bitterness to you: here’s a Mr. Wiggles web comic strip that is as politically correct as the purity of my soul.
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Filed under: Life, Work | Tags: happy thanksgiving, smitten kitten, vodka redbull is my kryptonite, work update, blah blah blah
Oh lordy!
Nearly a month since I’ve written here. Anyway, what’s been going on with me….
(I’ve point-formed it for your reading convenience & also because no one cares for anything that takes longer than 5 minutes tor read)
- The most important thing: I got a fancy pantsy corporate job! Yeah I’m pretty much a scene kid in office wear . No, not really – today I wore an oversized plaid (the boys and I had a mad discussion over plad vs. plaed., the boss agreed it was plaed so I WON…just don’t tell anyone it’s actually plad) men’s shirt with leggings which expectedly incited red-neck remarks and tractor jokes. Also rather unforgivably, I wore my leggings as pants (the horror!)
- Fun fact about the office: I work with 9 other guys. I refused to call them men so I’ve come up with a few other interchangeable terms for it e.g. boys, bigger boys, man-child, very tall kids. I love it when they get rowdy and make inapproriate comments but I’ll wait for another month before I start making ones that are just as rude. Don’t want to scare the children just yet.
- I’ve got a new toy – an iphone! Upside: It was fucking awesome. Downside: I think I sold my occupational integrity/soul just so I could play with one.
- I’ve been kinda smitten kitten with someone. Every time I talk about it, I want to punch the butterflies in my stomach away.
- Also spending an unhealthy amount of money partying it up. I call it warm-up for the festive season, D calls it alcohol dependency and mindless self indulgence. Whatever, one man’s meat is another man’s poison. I have also found out the hard way that Vodka Redbull is my kryptonite. There are currently 3 albums of pictures of us on Facebook titled “What Happened?”
- I’ve got my flight tickets to Jakarta for NYE all booked and ready. We’re hitting up Bali after (INDONESIA IS NOT READY FOR THIS) so I’m kinda excited.
Yep, so basically pretty much….that. Oh if my colleagues read this blog, HELLO – so much for a hush hush internet footprint. Happy (late) Thanksgiving!
