The holiday season is upon us.
Nester that I am, should I be bursting with joy?
After all, there are pies to be baked, trees to be purchased and decorated.
Little gifts for friends tied up with ribbons (which, obviously, MUST be curled).
Neighbors have already put Santa-related shit in their windows.
Holiday shoppers piss me off as they run around Union Square like a bunch of wild horses, bucking through the crowd on route to the Christmas Village.
So, here I am amidst all this holiday cheer. And, folks, I'm not ready.
Is it just me? Or is it 60 degrees out and is it still FUCKING NOVEMBER?
I just want to tell everyone...calm down.
addROC and I sat down to a lovely weekend brunch at Sunset Diner, relaxing, enjoying the hum of the BQE...runny eggs...toast...and what's that I hear?
I'll Be Home For Christmas?
Fuck no...it couldn't be!
I was just AT home for fucking Thanksgiving, like, t-minus two minutes ago.
Back off you Holiday junkies.
December 1st is WELL on it's way.
Then you can Ho Ho Ho out your asses.
And, hopefully by then, I'll be ready to bake some cookies.
1 comment:
i'm a holiday junkie!!! i can't help it! it irritates me so much that it starts earlier and earlier each other, but secretly i love it and indulge. help me.
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