Wednesday, December 24, 2008
This is the Face
...Of a bitch about to turn 34.
I'm sat here at 6:12 pm on Christmas Eve. My brother is watching some maniac Saving Private Ryan youtube video with Pops Jugo in one room; his wife is in another room -- doing yoga, I think? I'm in the dining room drinking bootleg mimosas and just, you know, sitting here. Grateful for my family and stuff. A little sheepish that my dramatically cunty supplications to the universe (something along the lines of "Dear God, please don't make me have to go hang out with some people I barely know") resulted in the continuation of record snowfalls in Spokane that mean that no, I probably won't have to go hang out with my sister-in-law's parents...but, of course, also mean that she won't be able to hang with her parents, either. Now, obviously, in my Scrooge McDuck-like bitchcaking this past Friday, I was [typically] only thinking of myself. I didn't want...I gotta come up with a good pseudonym for Sis-in-Law, shit...anyway, I didn't want to ruin her Christmas. For reasons I won't go into here, this time of year is especially hard for her family, and so yeah, I need to offer a major mea culpa for blowing my stack. The universe keeps track of that shit, yo. Birthdays are bullshit, anyway.
Anyway, yeah. 34.