Oh, holidays, how do I hate thee? Mama-drama, family-drama, turkey carcasses, agonizing over gifts (and how to pay for them), giant fund-raiser at work that pushes all of my buttons and, furthermore, requires formal attire, meaning stockings, and girl shoes, and ass-kissing of rich people, and entitled rich people getting all up in my grill. Oh, and the annual "all I want for christmas is for my family to go to church with me," and really, why would you even want me to go if it means NOTHING to me? Whyyyyy?
Wah. I am whiny today. Luckily I still have some delicious vegan chocolate truffles from Whole Foods, and a nice new bottle of bourbon.