Seriously. All this talk of 'enjoying the splendor of the season' and how it's 'joyous' and how it's the 'most wonderful time of the year' is bull. Someone needs to just shoot me right now and put me out of my misery.
Not to be a scrooge or anything but christmas is so stressful that I sometimes wish I were a jehovas witness.Ok no i don't. I just wish I were martha stewart, or as rich as martha stewart so I could hire all of her people to make my holiday 'joyous'. It's 3:40am and I have to go clean my house so that I can spend tomorrow 'enjoying the splendor of the season' by shopping in packed malls and supermarkets with other thrilled shoppers with that shitty christmas music playing on the overhead speakers. And then I get to come home and clean and bake a little.
Saturday we're having a party. You can come if you want. I'll be putting my culinary skills to the test and dinner should be pretty awesome, unless I have another one of my 'failure at life' moments. In that case, I'm pretty good at boiling water and heating up pasta sauce.
If I don't blog for a few days, have yourselves some merry little christmases. I'm sure things will be merry over here once the gifts are bought and wrapped, and the turkey's in the oven.
-(12-08) LIKING:
burritos, knitting for babies, dr. pepper, little potatoes, mitered squares, my bed, the ocean, travel, sleeping in my bed, Jonathan Safran Foer, tenament museums, linen, Air (the french band), Hugh Laurie, Intervention, babies, Iron & Wine, Clive Owen, letterpress, Yeats,
gray, mini-pigs, hotel chevalier, tea, pigs, Quebec, being anywhere but here (nj), modern simple quilts, autumn leaves, white on white, paper, lily snoring
