Thursday, December 25, 2008

Christmas Let Down

So it's years like this one that remind me of why I don't like Christmas. Basically because my family freaking blows. I drop hints that the ONLY thing I want, the only thing that would have made my year better was ANY ipod. This was followed by, y'all can all chip in together and get me one.

I have told my family time and time again the last five years to PLEASE not buy me clothes. I don't ever wear them because they are fucking hideous. My sister apparently thinks she's some Tim Gunn protege and knows how to dress me. I don't like the shit she picks out. I have shirts from several christmas ago that I still haven't worn.

I know I'm sounding like a selfish little bitch, but I got them damn good presents. I got my mom a fucking digital picture frame, and even loaded it with old family pictures. The bitch cried when she saw it. I gave my mom's mom a can opener. I heard her say one day, well there is 40 more cents for a can opener. She had been saving change to buy one. So I knew she wanted one, so what better to get her. My sister and my brother-in-law I got them this PHAT ASS charging station because they have so many electronics that need to be charged, and now with the niece and the nephew getting DS' they have two more. It was something they needed. My other grandmother can't sweep anymore, so I got her a Swivel Sweeper. It is like a motorized broom that she can use to clean with her walker. My dad got a shirt, but that's what he likes and I don't really care about getting him anything big. My niece got some con-air glitter nail studio thing that she had wanted and my nephew got a digital coin jar that keeps count of the money you put in it.

I put thought into my families presents. All I asked was that they put some thought into mine. Now I have three god forsaken plaid button downs that I will never wear and a sleeveless vest that is the same color orange of a sweater I already own. Fuck my life. I'm not celebrating Christmas ever again. I will be there for the dinner, but fuck getting my hopes up for something that, with my family, I know will never happen

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