[duck for language]
The bitch of it all is this. You survive this fucking shit, which starts in September now prepping for Halloween and then hell, you've only got a good nine more months before the commercialism engine revs up again.
The loner suffers his fate for 3, definitely 2 sad months Every. Year.
You know we could all be rightfully christened a bunch of Scrooges on SF. I'm shocked at the similarity in myself and the character sometimes.
Maybe some of y'all have heard of The Bah-Humbug Clubs springing up in many places now. lol The overwhelmingly sad fact is there is truth in some element of Scrooge for many of us.
Was talking with a materially well-endowed person yesterday who could stop complaining about "all the irritating relatives around her," whom (when pried) nonetheless admitted to loving. Not that I'd wish my life on anyone but: Would that she were accursed for ONE SEASON in my shoes.
My God, the things people find to complain about and their abject oblivion to the plight of people like us. It boggles the mind and brings about dry heaves.
Shit there ain't got to be no Hell proper. Earth here will do just fine in its stead. :no:
ToHelp
The bitch of it all is this. You survive this fucking shit, which starts in September now prepping for Halloween and then hell, you've only got a good nine more months before the commercialism engine revs up again.
The loner suffers his fate for 3, definitely 2 sad months Every. Year.
You know we could all be rightfully christened a bunch of Scrooges on SF. I'm shocked at the similarity in myself and the character sometimes.
Maybe some of y'all have heard of The Bah-Humbug Clubs springing up in many places now. lol The overwhelmingly sad fact is there is truth in some element of Scrooge for many of us.
Was talking with a materially well-endowed person yesterday who could stop complaining about "all the irritating relatives around her," whom (when pried) nonetheless admitted to loving. Not that I'd wish my life on anyone but: Would that she were accursed for ONE SEASON in my shoes.
My God, the things people find to complain about and their abject oblivion to the plight of people like us. It boggles the mind and brings about dry heaves.
Shit there ain't got to be no Hell proper. Earth here will do just fine in its stead. :no:
ToHelp