I'm something like a modern day Marty McFly (minus the Oedipus Complex). Mosly 'cause I'm soo fly, but also cause I like to visit the past from time to time. Reminisce a little. Have a cup of tea and a good cry. Ya know?
I was perusing through one of my beat-up ol' Field Notes and found a conversation I had with my sister 2 years ago TODAY! That's right.
This is that conversation:
"You're an asshole, and I'm not getting you a Christmas present!" Christine volleyed.
"See if I care. I don't want your shitty Christmas present. Christmas isn't about fucking presents! It's about Jesus. . . and the fact of the matter is. . . I don't give a shit about him either, so fuck Christmas, fuck Jesus and fuck you!" I returned for the cross-court winner. Game. Set. Match, biaaaatch!
How do I feel about Christmas 2 years later? About the same actually; however, I do really dig mistletoe? Who wants to French kiss? Anybody?
Merry Christmas friends.
Love you.
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