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4:30pm? Time to start the christmas/birthday eve boozing.

My last few hours of having an excuse to do stupid shit (being a "teenager") are here, so I have to get drunk and do one final stupid thing with the excuse. I'm thinking drunken murder.
 
My holiday reward is pure sard! hahahha! I'm going to get the rest of the house work done, and not do shit tomorrow. Although the holidays ruined the recording and stock piling of my Wife swap, and trading spouses show! *shakes fist* On Friday, I have to gather up all art supplies and stuff that could be broken and hide them. The dreaded tween, niece will be here on Saturday for four days. She once broke a pair of ear phones in the span of four days. They crackled popped, and you could not hear out of one side. So I told her she cannot use mine until she learns how to take care of her own, and other peoples stuff.

Well, it's just going to be quiet until then though. I'm pretty pleased too. :)
 
Gifts from parents to add to my collection of weird shit along with Lynn's flying skeleton.

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Still wrapping presents. :)
Went to dinner with the family. Went to church service with the family, ran into several church friends I haven't seen since high school (the guy grew up and got hot, into Dream Theater too). Watched my pastor use a pickle of an electricity conductor. Played Clue with my sister's inlaws. (Is it weird that I'm so happy I get along with them.) Watched Burn After Reading while wrapping presents and it just sadden me. Fixed another issue with my laptop. Had to make finagle a heating pad/blanket thing into Loomy's tank because his heat lamp bulb burnt out and he would freeze but now he's all good. Annnnd can't wait for Christmas tomorrow. WOOOOOOO.
 
Me too! Just me, Alex and the kitteh! Until Saturday. Then the cheer leading, McDonald's nom nomn', Camp rock, and Hanna Montana loving, stuff breaking, tween aged Niece comes for four days. Now I need to go google instructions on tying a noose.
 
People and new kids. It's cool to say, "Yeah, I had a kid a couple of months ago" or something like that but why beat you into every detail? Customer today had pictures plastered all over the office of his new baby. Asks me if I noticed. Yeah, kinda cuz you took down all the hotties in bikinis and replaced them with a chubby-faced infant decked out in a dirty binky and a Walmart bow. Then goes on the usual soliloquy with all the details. "She was born November 16th at Mercy Hospital. Her mom was in labor for 14 hours and finally had to be induced. She weighed (Hold on, padre, I'm writing this down) 7 pounds and 6 ounces and was born at 2:37 PM."

Fucks sake. What am I supposed to say? "Holy shit! I see the Virgin Mary in its cherubic little cheeks! I have never, ever seen a baby quite like this and although I know we're both guys, I gotta tell you I kinda need to be held right now because dammit, I'm gonna cry. Mind if I have one of these pictures for my wallet?"

I want to hear someone end it with something like, "Yeah, good thing her mom was a bit of a whore in school before I got to her. Her labias are as tough as saddle leather and know what? I'm already back t' fuckin'." Then I'd be like, "High five!" and he'd be like, "Yeah!" then he'd pull out his camera phone and show me his 4 second video he shot of her stretching out a teddy that wasn't made for big girls and he'd be like, "Mmm hmm. Nice huh?" at wich point I would fake receiving a phone call and go outside to throw up.

So yeah. Kids, huh?
yeah, i hate that shit, too.

once, i was ringing up a middle-aged guy who mentioned something about visiting his daughter and her new baby, i say "Oh, that's nice" and he gives me those stats on the baby and the delivery and then starts going into great detail about the delivery process, shit about the baby being breech and his daughter having to get an episiotomy ... and then he starts EXPLAINING how an episiotomy is done.

:ill:
 
oh yeah, ans as far as xmas...

i worked until 5 when the store closed and, five minutes before the store is closed, this guy comes up to me and asks me what the christmas story means to me. being the asshole that i am, i say "Well, i know about the Christian story of Christmas... and then i also know the stories about winter festivals that they usurped from a lot of predating pagan religions. So i really don't believe in any of it."

and then he still tells me about God. and gives me a pamphlet.

and then i had to go to church with my family. and there was a baptism done there in the middle of the service. religion to the max + babies :mad: not cool

so then, it being around 11pm when we go out, my mom decides we should go visit her aunt that lives in her old neighborhood. her aunt had some neighbors over and the neighbors have A BABY. i can't win. oh yeah, and the baby (more of a toddler) has a stomach virus and is VOMITING everywhere. the kid's father seemed like he was either really high or really stupid. and who the fuck thinks it's a good idea to take a kid anywhere when they have a stomach virus? yeah, thanks dude, we totally need to be exposed to that shit. not like we have jobs to go to. fucktard.
(okay, technically, it was my mom's fault that we went over there and stayed, but my aunt had other people over before us)

so yeah, we're there and it's late. i got up at 6:30 that morning to get ready for work and it's going on midnight and i'm just tired and nauseous, plus i always hate going to my mom's relatives' places on xmas eve. i just feel awkward there. dunno why. i managed to get about 15 min of sleep in another room before we left.