How to start...I know I said I'd be writing regularly but....If you wou-...look I sa-....Its not my fa-...but...could yo-...WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME ANWAY.
*sorry*
Well, fear not, as you now no longer have a reason to complain about my absence, as whilst on sabbatical I managed to compile a sizeable list of my thoughts and other useless information in which I will combine together.
The result of this lethal combination will be what some scholarly fellows would consider to be a travesty against proper writing and will most definitely give my high school english teacher a heart attack..yes I am of course talking about Mrs. Rush (I put a line through it to protect identities, but if you can make it out then thats not my problem) - you know if you went/go to FLC...
It's that time of year again!
Christmas is over, my tolerance for customers/retail is at an all time low and I have successfully managed to develop a enthusiastic distain for shopping centres.
I believe here a thankyou is in order....thankyou you slimy bastards capitalising off the general publics continual shift in perception of what Christmas is all about, you and your wretched, miserable, dreary extended shopping hours and your 32hour straight day.
Just recently its become apparent that Christmas is no longer about celebrating with family, instead its about who can stay open the longest to lure people in to buy Gossip Girl, Wii's, Harry Potter Cluedo, the latest Twilight book or whatever retarded Vampire story spinoff rubbish is tickling the pre-pubescent teeny boppers tickle bits today...
I admit, I went to Chermville Chermside this year to go shopping at 2am in the morning and I'm not even kidding when I say there were as many people shopping (with 3/4 of the shops actually open) as there were when I was at Chermville Chermside two weeks before...
I went into a Big W on the 24th of December and they were in the process of taking down all the Christmas decorations...now I'm not stupid, I get that they are running a business and yes, the decorations need to come down at some point but the day before Christmas?
It just goes to show that Christmas is an excuse rather than a festivity.
Somewhere in what I have written I hope that you can see that I am not bitching about Christmas itself, I love Christmas! I love spending time with my family and my friends for whatever occasion, however there is just something special about Christmas, perhaps its always been something we have celebrated, always gone all out *for the most part* and now its become a pain in the ass.
Anywho, enjoy the ethyl alcohol tonight,
Happy New Year
Grinch TomC
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