Is it just me, or is uploading photos on this thing a pain in the ass? Just me? Granted, I am lazy, but all the copying and pasting bullshit is workin' my last nerve. That being said, I am in a surprisingly good mood. I just came off of a glorious Christmas where I received everything (all 2 things) I asked for. I got a far superior digital camera than I expected, (Don't bring this one anywhere near a pool bitch! Love, Bethany) and a set of speakers for my iPod that don't bring the bass like I would have hoped, but as my mother says, it's better than a sharp poke in the eye.
This weekend was a wonderfully relaxing time, made better with some Folger's Crystals and stimulating conversation. Actually, I don't even drink coffee. Replace those Folger's Crystals with some straight up LIKA and now we are talkin'! We had the obligatory Christmas Eve bash at my parent's place, which is dwindling in participants year by year. And you know what? That just leaves more pieces of Ferraro Rocher for me! Hey, go back! Click on that. I wonder how much the person weighs who set up that fan listing.
Every Christmas Eve, my mother lets us open one present, which is always matching pajamas. I get medium, my sister gets extra large. This year, she bought us straight up pimp, Hugh Hefner style silk men's PJs. I asked if I could also unwrap the pipe and Bunny, but she told me I had to wait until tomorrow. I hoped she poked some holes in the box so that harlot could breathe. Nothing is funny about a dead Bunny.
Christmas Day always consists of us foraging through party leftovers (man, that damn spinach dip is better on day 2, I swear to God!) and laying around like overweight manatees. My grandma comes over, has a few glasses of wine and falls asleep sitting straight up while watching some horrible movie my parent's rented the night before. This year, they watched a bootleg of Alexander my uncle gave them. I kept watching the door, expecting the fuzz to blow through at any minute. It would serve them right, Greek homoerotica has no place in my parent's home. I hope granny didn't come to during the hot man-on-man action.
That night, I went with my childhood friend TITS (long story about that nickname... ok not so long. I was flat in high school, but during my senior year, almost over night, I was sporting a major set of hooters and he started calling me Tits. I returned the favor. To this day, whenever I see him, it goes something like this: "Hey TITTYTITTY TA-TITS!" And I respond with "Hi TEEEEEEEETS!") Good times. Anyhoo, we headed over to a party thrown by some neighbors, the best friend of my little sister and his little sister. My parents were already over there.
Dad was bartending...
My sister was doing the splits...
And my mother was just sitting there, so I decided to go choke her.
I had a grand 'ol time. We drank, we danced...
Not sure what this is all about.
I had some quality bonding time with my family, which I rarely get. It was precious. It might have been even better if I could manage to keep my damn eyes open!
My sister, me, Tits and mini-Tits, aka Jay's sister. We all grew up together, and I really miss them.
And last but not least, this is my parent's new cat, Sophie, who is hands-down the coolest cat I have ever come across. Very social, very playful, very adorable. I can tell my parent's really miss Goofy, so they are lucky I didn't sneak Sophie into my bag and leave. she rules that hard.
Ok, I need to actually do some work today. Yesterday, I was
to bashing my head against the wall due to sheer boredom. Internet, you've been all surfed out, and in a cruel twist of fate, all my bookmarks on Internet Explorer got wiped out. OVER A YEAR'S WORTH OF BOOKMARKS! I about cried!
Tonight should be loads of sober fun. Of course, I'll be the only sober one, but a girl I went to Vegas with will be in town and we are going all out tonight. Dio is sick, and even though I haven't seen him in a week, I want him to rest up and get better for the weekend. Still no concrete plans for NYE. We are leaning towards going to a party that my ex-neighbors and their friends are throwing at a bar, but I don't want to pin all my hopes on that because everytime I do that, I get crushed. So I'll wait and see. As long as I am with the people I love, all's good.