I was so stoked for this piping hot French vanilla creme cappuccino UNTIL I SPILLED IT ALL OVER MY MOTHERFUCKING LEGS FIVE MINUTES AFTER POURING IT. I’m not so stoked for the blisters and having to waddle until my legs feel better. Good thing I’m not doing anything for Christmas anyway and won’t get to socialize like every normal human being that I know is doing right now.
I’m usually so excited for today, and was totally into the whole holiday spirit hooplah bullshit up until it started setting in that I was going to spend this one by myself. I’ve always either spent it with family or whomever I’m dating around Christmas, since I’ve only been in semi-serious relationships around this time and I’m close enough to them and their families by then that it’s not too awkward. Not this year though.
I was actually supposed to work yesterday but I got someone to cover my shift at the last second because I was completely sure that if I had to force another “Merry Christmas” and hold the door open for one more person in a shitty light-up reindeer sweater carrying armfuls of presents, I would either cry or fashion a gun and kill everyone in the restaurant, and that’s no good. In hindsight, I really needed those seven hours because I totally haven’t bought a single gift for anyone, because I’ve been to broke, but I dunno that a nervous breakdown in a public restroom would have been worth it. Surely my friends will understand.
This blog isn’t even officially ~reopened~ yet and this is my first post. I fucking suck at this and I’m probably going to bitch even more throughout the course of this stupid, lonely holiday. I’m not always this negative, I promise. :/
Also, I’m probably working on a theme as you read this, so hold tight, I know it looks like shit right now.