Fuck Christmas

That's it! My bubble has burst. I foolishly ventured out into downtown traffic (can you say really old people who can barely wipe their own asses still piloting oversized vehicles at the slowest possible speeds with complete disragard for both the laws of traffic as well as man coupled with a flagrant disregard for common sense) and it sucked. Alot. But that's not the bubble bursting component of my day. Nope. Then I went to the liquor store where the one thing I was looking to pick up (no, not my liquor store boyfriend) was completely sold out. But that wasn't it. Nope. No way. The final bubble bursting event came when I finally dragged my sorry, tired ass back into my lovely little apartment to watch my favourite Christmas movie of all time the Grinch Who Stole Christmas and what do I find? It's not the real grinch that I rented at all! It's some stupid thing without any narration where some guy just reads the bookas it goes along. Fuckers. So I'm done. Fuck Christmas. I'm tired of all of it. Everybody I talk to is wicked cranky and all I want to do is hide under my bed (with my prezzies) until it's all over. Grrr.