Eve.

Somewhere within the nine hours of shopping and the constant worry of overdraft fees to my checking account, I lost my excitment for Christmas. I don't care about the part of being broke, I mostly just wish Christmas was as perfect as the stories we've been told. I am the only one who seems to have a Christmas as fucked up as mine. It's never going to change, and when Grandma & Grandpa move on, I hope it comes to an end. When they're gone, there will only be fake smiles and indifferent minds.

So, this Christmas eve will consist of the Three W's: work, wrapping, & getting wasted.

Or at least I hope so.

Also, we must thank Christianity for this wonderful holiday!

Thank the Father, the Son, and the Holy Ghost! Amen!