i'm so bored of this right now. And i'm not even talking about Christmas. And my eye hurts.
Anytime i forget why i dislike Christmas so much, all i have to do is watch some Christmas movies. What craptastic sentimental bullshit.
Thank God for A Christmas Story.
And Die Hard. Dunno if they're gonna show Die Hard this year, but nothing gets me in the mood for the Holidays like good ol Die Hard. It's one of the best Christmas movies, ever.
There's always Home For the Holidays, The Grinch (the Boris Karloff version), A Charlie Brown Christmas, The Iron Giant, all the old stop motion animation films, and The Crow.
Ok, so The Crow has jack to do with Christmas, but i got it for Christmas one year and have made a tradition of watching it every year since.
So, my Joyous Christian Friends, i wish you all a Merry Christmas...and i hope you all get socks and underwear....fuckers.
I have teensy-weensy little blonde hairs on the inner corners of my eye lids. It's irritating as hell, every once in a while, one goes awol and starts fucking with my eye. It takes a magnified mirror, a Maglight, and a pair of tweezers to recon the lil bastards.
The Maglight fries my retina within 30 seconds and if i touch the hair, it tickles my eye and i blink. I've worked on it, periodically, all day. My eye is so bloodshot and the pink bits in the corner is swollen.
Fuck this.
Seriously...
I need to shave. i'm looking sloppy, not unkempt. This isnt cool. Once you cross the scruffy line onto messy, you got some problems. You might as well be on the corner with a bottle of jack, ringing a bell.
Sammy might stop by tomorrow to get away from his family. I'd do the same if i were him. His family has some problems. With his mom now jacked up on hillbilly heroin, dad talking of seperation, G und D always bickering, E and S always bitching...well...i've got the pick of the litter, dont i? An antisocial, unsociable, gamer that smokes and is without a job...God i love that kid!
Anytime i forget why i dislike Christmas so much, all i have to do is watch some Christmas movies. What craptastic sentimental bullshit.
Thank God for A Christmas Story.
And Die Hard. Dunno if they're gonna show Die Hard this year, but nothing gets me in the mood for the Holidays like good ol Die Hard. It's one of the best Christmas movies, ever.
There's always Home For the Holidays, The Grinch (the Boris Karloff version), A Charlie Brown Christmas, The Iron Giant, all the old stop motion animation films, and The Crow.
Ok, so The Crow has jack to do with Christmas, but i got it for Christmas one year and have made a tradition of watching it every year since.
So, my Joyous Christian Friends, i wish you all a Merry Christmas...and i hope you all get socks and underwear....fuckers.
I have teensy-weensy little blonde hairs on the inner corners of my eye lids. It's irritating as hell, every once in a while, one goes awol and starts fucking with my eye. It takes a magnified mirror, a Maglight, and a pair of tweezers to recon the lil bastards.
The Maglight fries my retina within 30 seconds and if i touch the hair, it tickles my eye and i blink. I've worked on it, periodically, all day. My eye is so bloodshot and the pink bits in the corner is swollen.
Fuck this.
Seriously...
I need to shave. i'm looking sloppy, not unkempt. This isnt cool. Once you cross the scruffy line onto messy, you got some problems. You might as well be on the corner with a bottle of jack, ringing a bell.
Sammy might stop by tomorrow to get away from his family. I'd do the same if i were him. His family has some problems. With his mom now jacked up on hillbilly heroin, dad talking of seperation, G und D always bickering, E and S always bitching...well...i've got the pick of the litter, dont i? An antisocial, unsociable, gamer that smokes and is without a job...God i love that kid!