Archive for December, 2005

Post Christmas Bitching

Thursday, December 29th, 2005

No, not me. Okay, I’m bitching… but I’m bitching about other people bitching. About, of all things, the crappy and lousy gifts they got for Christmas.

Me, I don’t celebrate Christmas, what with me not being, you know, Christian. But I do celebrate Yule, or something, and it does involve exchanging of gifts, a tree, decorations and all the things that have been used for winter celebrations for thousands of years before the Christians decided to smother pagan beliefs by swallowing their festivals. No, I’m not going to talk to you about the “War on Christmas”(tm), but just go ahead and guess how I feel…

Anyway… as I was saying before I derailed myself… I don’t always have a ton of money, and I hardly ever have a ton of time. But I try like hell to get gifts that I know will be appreciated. I’m not always on target. And oddly enough, this same thing happens to others all over the place. We try. Maybe some of us don’t try as hard as others, and maybe some of us spend so much time living on Mars that we don’t really get what’s happening here, but we all try. And there isn’t a one of us who can say we hit the target with each gift each and every time.

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Reflections… riiiiiight…

Tuesday, December 27th, 2005

I finally have a few minutes to sit down and reflect on where I’ve been and where I’m going.

*hysterical peals of laughter*

Okay, seriously… I do have a few minutes, but as far as reflecting… shit. Who has time? I mean really, I have, like, a life and shit.

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Midnight Rambling

Sunday, December 4th, 2005

Well, so I definitely didn’t have time to post before Thanksgiving, and then after, well… yeah.

So anyway, where were we? Oh right, I was going to run my mouth for a bit. This is a good time for coworkers to stop peeking, unless you are really interested in what is going on in my head and some of my personal history, in which case you aren’t allowed make snarky comments about it. In fact, don’t even comment on it. Unless I say you can, and I’m not saying it, so stop looking at me like that.

Moving forward…

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