Wow. It's nearly Christmas. I would be sorry that I'm passing it up. But I can't say I am. I'm not even sure I like the people I celebrate it with anymore...I'm positive I don't like one. And whether they even like me is a mystery. I'm perfectly content with spending the anniversary of my birth with people who actually love and like me for me. Specifically, my dad. I can say my opinion, whatever that may be, and I won't get told to never attempt serious conversation. I can fit in and I'll never be put second to anyone else. And I know that the love will never stop. It's a shame that it isn't always like that.
And thats.....time! Okay, my daily gripe is over. Now go to your kitchen or go to Hell.