Let me get my Scrooge on for a Second…

I sent my Christmas wishes, now its time for me to complain…



As much as I absolutely love the holiday season I can’t remember one where I didn’t have the stankest of attitudes. This year will be no exception. I still haven’t been paid. The cardigan that I was so excited about getting is too short.



I hate being Tall.



If my torso was like 3 inches shorter I would be in love with the sweater, and one of the damn buttons fell off and I don’t have time to send it back and to get a new one by New Years.



Now I have to re-plan my NYE outfit…



Maybe tomorrow…When I’m around the little children and their good spirits I will be in a better mood. I’m praying.



I remember when Christmas use to hold a different excitement. Waiting around all day for the sun to sent, the oven to be warmed, cookies to be baked, and the thought of Santa’s white ass to give me my shit.



I was always bad at bed time. I can’t do anything when I’m anxious. I would lay in bed in the most unnatural positions so when my mom came to check on me I would appear to be sleeping. She never believed I was. I think the fake snoring noises tipped her off, but when midnight struck and she came back to let me know that Santa left….



I remember being wide eyed trying to scan for all the presents that I asked for and the ones that I didn’t. I loved it. I still do. I would fall asleep right in front of the tree, just incase Santa made a mistake, he wouldn’t be coming to take back shit. Once his fat ass left it, it was mine. No Questions asked.



I remember…



I’m trying to cling to these childhood memories of happier Christmas so that I don’t carry this bad ass Scrooge attitude that I have. I don’t want to ruin anyone else’s holiday day. Then part of me could care less.



Ugghhhh….Sorry for all these depressing ass post, but whatever. It’s my space. My soul. Deal.



That attitude isn’t really meant for you. I’m just bitter about being broke, but having money. FUCK THIS…



I’m going to finish my Gatorade and Vodka…





One more time,



Merry Christmas,



KD