I have a crush on a *cough 
just turned 17 cough* girl. I'm such a perv. Maybe because she reminds me so much of the old me. Who knows, but she's hot. Even asked me for my number. 
To which I replied "oh, now I'm giving out my number to underage girls". That's horrible, I know. But what the fuck.
The holiday is taking it's toll on me. People keep wishing me a Merry Christmas. To which I'm dying to reply "I'M a FRIGGIN JEW". Just to see what they say of course, not because I am. Because I'm not. I'm an atheist. Who celebrates Christmas? WTF? Next year I'm not going to do it anymore. It's just a nice retail holiday for me. A day off from work.
Religion is so weird. My mom was raised Christian. My dad Catholic. For some reason they didn't raise my sisters and I anything. We celebrated all these little holidays, but it was all about presents, not jesus or anything. One day, during their divorce, my mom went crazy and decided it was time for us to go to church. We went. I felt really creeped out and claustrophobic. Even though I was so confused as a little kid about religion, I decided it wasn't for me.
So I'm trying to make all of these holidays "not for me" too. I'm just not so sure it's working. My family would never see eachother if it wasn't for these four dates a year. That is sad, I know. Maybe I should just start planning little get togethers to bring our family together, and give me a way to bow out of the "holidays". Sounds like a plan.
Come on, share your horrible holiday stories with me... you know you want to!
just turned 17 cough* girl. I'm such a perv. Maybe because she reminds me so much of the old me. Who knows, but she's hot. Even asked me for my number. To which I replied "oh, now I'm giving out my number to underage girls". That's horrible, I know. But what the fuck.
The holiday is taking it's toll on me. People keep wishing me a Merry Christmas. To which I'm dying to reply "I'M a FRIGGIN JEW". Just to see what they say of course, not because I am. Because I'm not. I'm an atheist. Who celebrates Christmas? WTF? Next year I'm not going to do it anymore. It's just a nice retail holiday for me. A day off from work.
Religion is so weird. My mom was raised Christian. My dad Catholic. For some reason they didn't raise my sisters and I anything. We celebrated all these little holidays, but it was all about presents, not jesus or anything. One day, during their divorce, my mom went crazy and decided it was time for us to go to church. We went. I felt really creeped out and claustrophobic. Even though I was so confused as a little kid about religion, I decided it wasn't for me.
So I'm trying to make all of these holidays "not for me" too. I'm just not so sure it's working. My family would never see eachother if it wasn't for these four dates a year. That is sad, I know. Maybe I should just start planning little get togethers to bring our family together, and give me a way to bow out of the "holidays". Sounds like a plan.
Come on, share your horrible holiday stories with me... you know you want to!
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arcanite_pdx:
I'm all for any holiday on which I get presents. 
robby_hellfire:
Funny thing is I walked around that store a couple times just to take a peak at her. Thinking....maybe what I want is over there.....take a glance at her.....no I think it's over there...and another glance. Dirty thoughts arose!