Belated birthday cards have been recieved today. I think I am going to be sick. One, from my worst enemy sent with a general "think for yourself, don't just go with the flow" comment of course directed at my parents. The other, from my Grandma on which I'm not on speaking terms with.
And now the Beast tells me I should call her.
Is my life just one awkward moment after another? I'm certainly beginning to think so. It's bad enough that they had the nerve to send me cards to begin with, but now to have to respond to one of them?
I fucking hate December.
Thankfully, this holiday season is coming to a close. Hopefully, nothing else will happen to further my ever darker mood. I did actually get some stuff that truly was only accepted for the benefit of my Mom's mood (even my inherent greed loses to my hatred of Christmas): some money, a DVD, a video (Rose Red-great horror movie), a black scarf that I'm never going to wear, and a pair of pajamas that I am going to burn the first chance I get.
I should probably be grateful and all that annoying nonsense, but the pointlessness of it all screams far too loudly in my head for me to be such a thing.
Now all that's left is for me to wait another 15 minutes for the ol' cell phone to charge and the call to be made. I am most definetly NOT looking forward to it. Ugh. I hate talking to people in general anyway so this should be just one hotter circle of the hell that is my life. But hey, I suppose I can make this into a lesson of subtle insult and cold apathy where it's not only unexpected, but unheard of.
Even a cynic must learn to look on the lighter side of darkness once and awhile.
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