Been an awful good girl.
Yes, its Christmas time.
There is no such thing as a better Christmas movie than A Christmas Story. Oh you think there is? Im sorry, you are wrong.
There is no such thing as a better Christmas song than Santa Baby. Oh you think there is? Im sorry, you are wrong.
I almost cried I think maybe 6 times today, all the while telling myself that when I get home I can finally just bawl my eyes out. And I did, and it felt good. I cried so hard I fell asleep. I cried so hard I did not dream while sleeping. I woke with a headache, and now I am writing in the forgotten blog of sob stories.
The reasons for me almost crying 6 times today? Metrobus went on strike. No, I am not lazy and incapable of walking, I used to do it all the time. My new house is just simply really far from everything on foot, due to the fact that there are absolutely no shortcuts. I spend so much money on cabs going back and forth to work that its kind of becoming a running joke. Im spending so much of my parents money on actually making my own money and I feel overwhelmingly guilty for it, and sometimes they really just dont have it. Thank you very much, Metrobus. I swear when they come back Im throwing tomatoes at the first driver I see.
Im not going to say its the only reason Im so stressed out, but its the biggest reason. If they were not on strike I wouldnt feel half as bad.
I really cannot wait for roughly two weeks from today. Many good things happen all at once. Refreshing, considering that many bad things usually happen all at once.
Things I have realized,
- I SERIOUSLY HATE THE SOUND THAT CATS MAKE WHEN THEY CLEAN THEMSELVES WITH THEIR TONGUE. IT IS EQUIVALENT TO NAILS ON A CHALKBOARD.
- I am way too fucking nice. I do not stand up for myself.
- Someone would be lucky to have me, I think.
Will write again over Christmas. The greatest time of the year.
