That’s it, this year is already over for me. I’m done. I’ve got a few weeks left at work and then I go home for three whole weeks. Home to the family home, not home to the home where I go home to every day. That wouldn’t be worth mentioning. That’s positively mundane.
Gifts. Aren’t they a hoot. I fucking despise people who enjoy buying people gifts. Especially surprise gifts. Not because I’m a grinch or anything, just because its fucking childish. In my family we call each other and ask what the other person actually needs or wants. Its a far superior system as nobody ends up having to drive into the city to sell a bunch of worthless, useless, peice of shit presents that you don’t want or need. We also don’t have to waste valuable energy on pretending not to be appalled at that hand knitted tea cosy. Seriously, what the fuck? If you’ve got a different system then I’m happy for you. But if you buy me a gift without consulting me it’s your fault if you get upset when I tell you that it’s going straight on ebay.
In other news, the enslaved succulents who run this place tell me they are entitled to a holiday, so I poisoned them all for being needy little cunts. In the meantime I need to manufacture more minions so you won’t be hearing anything from this place until sometime in 2014. In the meantime, don’t invade Poland. It’s a bad idea.