its raining. again. to the point that half of town is flooded and the interstate is one giant pileup. people in this town just cannot drive. i didnt have to make up stories for the other people in traffic, you could see it on their faces.

to try to get out of this very grinchy mood i'm trying to finish wrapping christmas presents while the Stranger is at class. he is a worse damn snoop than i am.

side note, they played Christmas in Hollis on the radio this morning and i was very happy.

side side note, one of the shithead teenagers in our complex purposefully broke some of our outdoor christmas decorations. i know i wasnt that bad when i was that age. even though they were only a few dollars, it still really upsets me to see things like that destroyed.

thanksgiving was overall good. like everyone else i ate too much and visited with family and friends. some of the highlights include watching the stranger and his cousin drink four loko (seriously, do not drink it. i see why they are pulling it off the market. i was woken up every few minutes that night bc the stranger thought he was having a heart attack.), getting another lap blanket for the nursing home completed, and going to the new restaurant at home that my friend's father opened. its the type of place that sutton needed years ago, so people can go hang out, have a nice meal (i am biased, my cousin is the chef. he came home from Sun Valley just to cook there!), and listen to local music.

other than that i feel like i've lived in a car. the first thing i did when i got home was lay down in the floor and sleep on the heating pad. i'm such a baby.

i'm counting down the days til christmas, not so much bc i'm excited for christmas (i'm trying, honestly) but i'm ready for a week off work. i dont care that we arent going anywhere. i feel like i just need to stay in bed and hide under the covers for awhile.

meh

Do you ever make up stories of the lives of the people stuck in traffic around you? The car in front of me is clearly an overworked father trying not to fly off thr handle at his deadbeat son, explaining to him why an after school job is necessary for character building and the like. The son obviously is too cool to acknowledge his father, as he slips on his sunglasses and tolerates the next fifteen minutes home.


Yeh. I'm a little weird.


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My mother just asked if I wanted a star wars piniata at my wedding reception.

I think she's finally starting to get withthe program.

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Had a mini identity crisis as I walked into the hair salon and saw myself in the mirror. Argyle sweater with coordinating slacks (and they are ironed!! With CREASES!!), my set of pearls, a frigging adorable bow in my hair, and a hugeass holiday starbucks drink.

Sellout.

It's time to seriously reevaluate my life. I'm putting tiedye on immediately.


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My workday just got a thousand times better as the boss bought our office a flat screen tv and a wii. Goodbye productivity!


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Ps

I know. Posting too much. BUT. Don't forget to go outside tonight thru the 20th and watch thr Leonids meteor shower.

Yes. I am a nerd.


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this is one example of how screwed up i am.

Starting in 1987, this was pretty much the only christmas cd (tape? whatever) played in my home. therefore, i thought the way these songs were sung was how they always were. I believed that 'baby please come home' must have bono's screeching need. or that silent night had to be sung very very low, a la stevie nicks after all that drug use. AND I THOUGHT CHRISTMAS IN HOLLIS WAS A REAL HOLIDAY SONG.

all i'm sayin is i wouldnt mind getting this for christmas this year, if you know what i mean.