Monday, Dec. 09, 2002 + 12:32 p.m.
Christmas makes me want to commit murder. It just does. It�s like a month-long bad acid trip where everyone pretends to be sweet and caring while simultaneously twisting and contorting into some crazed lizard-like troll before your very eyes. It�s really scary. Oh, yeah, and another thing. Why do we HAVE to have seventeen Thanksgiving or Christmas celebrations??????? It�s ridiculous!!!!!!! Do you think the pilgrims or the baby Jesus went to every fucking relative�s house to eat the same dry turkey or to pick up and drop off UNWANTED gifts of kitty cat coffee mugs and ceramic angels. Ick. I want to sit inside my toasty little cottage drinking hot chocolate and reading stories to my little ones while wrapped in blankies. I'm filling the candy dish with Prozac.
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