what turned out as a rant about christmas turned into a rant about boys.

i can't figure out why christmas makes me miss the stupidest people in my life that are not in my life anymore because they are too stupid. obviously, somewhere along the line, you have to decide that so-and-so is just too stupid/too much temptation/too idiotic to be in your life. but at the same time, it fucking sucks coming home and sleeping in an empty bed (or in my case, a very thin foam mattress, camp cot style). on the other hand, the bed is entirely mine, and there is no one snoring beside me/asking for money/taking up all of my bed/stealing all my blankets. and then you come to a certain point where you realize you don't miss THE PERSON that was beside you so much as you miss the fact that there was SOMEONE beside you snoring/asking for money/taking up the whole bed/stealing all the blankets.

so, in this season of the incessant playing of "baby please come home" and other syrupy crap tracks that make single people want to shoot you in the head just a little bit, i hope all of you stupid happy lovey people get them stuck in your head and go just a little bit crazy, just a little bit.

if any cynics want to get together and have a very antisocial christmas, meet me at central library tomorrow at the employment centre. we can go out for cheap coffee and talk about how much we hate other people.