Birthday Count: T-minus 12 days

So, yep, Im back, after a lovely trip to Seattle with a couple of my best friends (whom I consider family; we may not have the same parents, but they are all crazy). A good time was had by all, even for when we drank every flavor of Jones' Soda (Thanksgiving and Holiday flavors, respectively), which Im pretty sure are sweetened with the fart-breath of Satan himself.

Sorry I didnt write a big kick-ass blog before I left. I had planned to, but I couldn't narrow down my mind to write a blog. I was so terrified of money, so worried about not killing my mother, and so nervous about the trip itself. Now that Im back, however.....

My lovely Mother (bless her heart) quit her job about a month and a half ago. Its high time for her to get another one, in my own humble opinion. If she doesnt get one in the next, oh, two days, Im vaguely concerned about how we will eat next month. I will get paid, but my paycheck pays for exactly 50% of our bills. So thats fucked.

But, on the lighter side of things, here's a list of things to look forward to.

*An Inherit the Wind party. Isnt this show over? I AM excited to see the directors and my lovely ASM, but jesus. I say again. Isnt this show over?

*MY 24th. Only 12 days away! This is, frankly, the most important day in any of your lives, and I want to make it clear that I dont need a bunch of gifts, or a big party or anything. Sexual favors will suffice.

*New Years Eve. I am working on a rock-out, good-time, drunken-incident party. More to come.

If you'll notice, I did not put Christmas down. Now, I'm not terribly upset about presents (I get shit all the time). I'm not even terribly upset about not having a sweetheart to hold on Xmas Eve. I am, however, a little sad that we are so broke that we will most likely have Hamburger Helperfor our Christmas dinner. Humbug. I feel like sleeping (or drinking) from December 24th to the 28th.

All that being said, I missed out on the monthly birthday celebration at work because it was held at the office Christmas party, which I did not attend. Now, every month, the birthday people get a gift. Usually disgustingly cheap, always baffling. (For instance, one of my friends got thank you cards with cats on them. She is allergic.) I got my present this morning. A blackjack-size candy cane, perfect for braining people. What is trying to be suggested here? That I kill everyone?

.......Hmm.