For 'X-Mas' my mother got me shirts. Wrinkle free shirts. And wrinkle free pants. She is trying to tell me something. 
My dad got me white socks. That's really nice of him, and I wear black socks. So I joked to the kids, "I got me twelve masturbating condoms- I MEAN, 6 pairs of socks!" They thought that was funny..
My sisters splurged on me and got me a complete sheet and blanket set, which was easily the best gift of them all, as I've been trying to survive all these 30 degree no-heater nights with just one piddly blue blanket and my shirt and pants. Now I can cover myself in layers, and now I'm debating feeling guilty about not having gotten them anything, but since I had to blow 340 bills on glasses on an emergency, there's nothing I can do about that.
I spent all morning and part of the afternoon at the house. My father received, from his Teamster co-workers at the warehouse, an Air Hockey table! Some of us played it in and out the entire morning, but it's just very strange seeing an air hockey table in the family room of a family that can't afford to eat well half the time.
My parents cooked a high cholesterol breakfast and insisted I eat even though we had just had a conversation two days ago about my high blood pressure and how cholesterol/sodium augments the problem. I ate a bit and got away from the table ASAP.
My sister Mindy's boyfriend Stan came over with his PS2 and played Final Fantasy X. The plot has to be seen to be believed, as the main character is a Somethingball player and gets sucked into this wormhole after this garish monster-ball-thing named Sin comes down and annihilates the city of Zanarkind. Suddenly he's in this garish cave and has to get out. He has to fight things and suddenly he's holding a sword he can barely handle and slashing at fly-monsters, and so on and so forth until he learns he's 1000 years in the future and his city not only doesn't exist anymore, but is a holy symbol or something and can't be mentioned. WHAT KIND OF CRANK WERE THE PROGRAMMERS SMOKING WHEN THEY MADE THIS GAME AND WHY CAN'T I GET SOME? Man, that is a FAR cry from Final Fantasy II and III on SNES. I thought THOSE games were a trip; apparently I have no idea how far they've come.
I did like Final Fantasy Tactics, though.
I went home, and I slept. I tried, upon waking up around 7 pm, to get some stuff written but I was far too groggy to get anything done.
My dad got me white socks. That's really nice of him, and I wear black socks. So I joked to the kids, "I got me twelve masturbating condoms- I MEAN, 6 pairs of socks!" They thought that was funny..
My sisters splurged on me and got me a complete sheet and blanket set, which was easily the best gift of them all, as I've been trying to survive all these 30 degree no-heater nights with just one piddly blue blanket and my shirt and pants. Now I can cover myself in layers, and now I'm debating feeling guilty about not having gotten them anything, but since I had to blow 340 bills on glasses on an emergency, there's nothing I can do about that.
I spent all morning and part of the afternoon at the house. My father received, from his Teamster co-workers at the warehouse, an Air Hockey table! Some of us played it in and out the entire morning, but it's just very strange seeing an air hockey table in the family room of a family that can't afford to eat well half the time.
My parents cooked a high cholesterol breakfast and insisted I eat even though we had just had a conversation two days ago about my high blood pressure and how cholesterol/sodium augments the problem. I ate a bit and got away from the table ASAP.
My sister Mindy's boyfriend Stan came over with his PS2 and played Final Fantasy X. The plot has to be seen to be believed, as the main character is a Somethingball player and gets sucked into this wormhole after this garish monster-ball-thing named Sin comes down and annihilates the city of Zanarkind. Suddenly he's in this garish cave and has to get out. He has to fight things and suddenly he's holding a sword he can barely handle and slashing at fly-monsters, and so on and so forth until he learns he's 1000 years in the future and his city not only doesn't exist anymore, but is a holy symbol or something and can't be mentioned. WHAT KIND OF CRANK WERE THE PROGRAMMERS SMOKING WHEN THEY MADE THIS GAME AND WHY CAN'T I GET SOME? Man, that is a FAR cry from Final Fantasy II and III on SNES. I thought THOSE games were a trip; apparently I have no idea how far they've come.
I did like Final Fantasy Tactics, though.
I went home, and I slept. I tried, upon waking up around 7 pm, to get some stuff written but I was far too groggy to get anything done.
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Happy New Year Silent ^_^ *cheers* Paulie O