fucking holidays

I think back to the previous years of my life and how much I used to love the holiday season because it meant holiday parties with open bars. Every year, always in a good mood with my dreadlock santa hat, just so festive because I’m drinking on a organization’s tab. Obviously it’s not like that now and won’t probably ever because we’re all going to die from covid.

I wish I could find that fucking hat. Usually I’m drinking red wine at a christmas party so over the years the dreadlocks would accidentally get dipped in the wine, making it somewhat resemble, well, you know.

It’s probably best that I lost it. It was absolutely one of those things that only I thought was something I should be wearing. Even if it’s in the condo somewhere, I’m going to just retire it. I’ve matured into someone who wears a jagermeister christmas sweater.

Ginny and I spent Christmas together, she made cinnamon rolls, watched the first die hard then when she said she hadn’t seen the 3rd one, had to watch that.

However, the one thing I really don’t enjoy is that it’s hard to make money, it’s just like a 2 week black hole where money leaves and doesn’t come in. It’s worse this year or I just suck at what I’m supposed to do.

Next up is Thursday and new years. Another holiday ruined but I never really did everything except get fucked up alone at home that night anyway so it’s not a big deal.

The “wine” that I’ve been making, which I need to fucking upload the photos of, actually will be ready on New Years eve. It’s fate. Or maybe not.