My patience with the holiday bullshit is wearing very very thin.
I'm old. I'm almost 37 no thanks to a looming holiday that is, cursedly, smack dab in the middle of said holiday bullshit. I want to spend my holiday not working, with my immediately family, and with people I like. I don't want to deal with guilt, or crap, or fair, or any other such nonsense.
Period.
It never fucking happens.
I vowed that this year would be different. This year it would work itself out with some help and gentle pushing from me.
I was wrong.
Fan-fucking-tabulous. ARGH.
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