I always get into the christmas spirit a little too late. I never have any money because of how much I spend on my useless bullshit, but the coins I do save Im willing to spend on the one or two people in my life that haven’t already shit on me, but can be expected to in the coming year. So next year, Ill have a few more shithead friends, and some will let their shit fly and wont get a present. Some will. Oh well. I’ve always thought Santa was a real creeper, one because during this time of the year I have to listen to his shitty music all day long, and two because I am obligated by my profession to have to smile and dance for him and his look-a-like friends decked out in their holiday best. So anyways I go over to a present-worthy shithead in hiding’s Christmas party where, coincidentally, Santa is also invited and Wham! fucking Santa disappointing me all over again. Who brings bag lunches and another shittier christmas tree to a christmas party? also STOP EATING THE DECORATIONS! Santa needs to get a fucking life or die. I hate the holidays.