Fear
Fuck Christmas (1982)
Burned by the past two Christmases, which pretty much defined the term “suck”, I’m now done with it. As of this year I will no longer pretend that I care anymore. I’ll do the two obligatory family things unless I can find a good excuse not to but otherwise I’m skipping the whole damned thing from here on out. Suggestions for a new low-carb December tradition are welcome.
Yes, that means you don’t have to buy me a present.
The last two Christmases Rick and I hit the slots and the buffet at the casino.
I’m thinking cheap motel at the beach, pizza, and all the books I otherwise don’t have time to read.
Again, do I live on the edge or what?