And So It Begins

The Holiday Season is upon us and with it a complete disregard for common courtesy and the actual spirit of giving. Humans. They're such assholes.

I was just sitting here budgeting and organizing my Christmas Gift list; the list of what I'm going to give this year. And I sat there thinking, you know, this is just ridiculous. It's just a huge Gift Certificate exchange every year. Why can't I just go shopping for myself and then on Christmas morning, I can show everybody what I bought? That just seems to make so much more sense. Actually, that's kinda Scrooge-y. Forget I said it. But still.

In a couple days it will be my birthday month. I used to wish I had a June birthday like my older brother so that I could have presents in the middle of the year and not get everything all at once, and most often COMBINED, in December. But that is because I was apparently a spoiled little brat.

So, yes, 29 loooooms. I know a lady should never reveal her age, but I think the sheer volume of f-bombs on this website automatically negates any claim I might lay to being a proper lady. That and my fondness for cheap wine.

I had always said (well, since the winter of 2003, actually, when I wrote it in my journal) that if I reached the age of 29 and was disatisfied with my current situation, i.e., career, living, health...that I would undergo a serious re-evaluation. I would basically sit in the back of my mind and take stock of all the things I was doing wrong with my life and then choose whether to stay the course or activate Plan F, or whatever it is I'm up to these days. However, I'm not up for that kind of introspection. I can barely get through a day without talking myself out of getting a burger every hour, much less "take stock" of my "life" and then make "decisions" based on my "findings." Besides, it's pretty much already been done, all the way down to the protons and neutrons. I'm kind of tired of heavy thinking like that. I'm just gonna do my thing.

The good news is that I decided what my older brother is going to be when he grows up, so that's good!

I plan to enjoy my last couple weeks as a 28 year-old, since I plan on being 29 for a while, and by "a while" I mean, "until my roots are coming in white."