Christmas time
Sleeping in is a skill, and one that i will one day perfect. That, currently, is a goal for me. Now, i know thats not really much of a goal, but i don't care. People have been after me to get some goals, and now i have some.
Anyways, christmas is fast approching and the malls are death traps. Everything is on sale, and people are visious and cruel. Everyone wants that one perfect gift, and they will fight tooth and nail for it. Even if they know that its not really needed, that it will probally be at the back of a closet, hiding under a coat of dust, and will one day be either given to charity or sold in a garage sale.
Human nature eh. What are we to do?
Anyways, christmas is pretty depressing when you thing about it. I mean, you brave the malls, buying presents and depleting the money in your back accounts, as the sales clirks become over worked and sleep deprived. People have break downs, and family ties are forced upon individuals who want nothing more then to be disowned. Gooses, turkeys and chicken are being plucked in droves, while cows and other meat giving animals are being butchered, leaving a large blood bath where they last stood. Kids in third world counrty's are having their fingers turned bloody as they work to meet their proposterious deadlines, for the richer counrties.
And to top it off, frosty is a pimp and santa is a slave driver. I mean, who goes around all day with a hat that big, a pipe that almost never leaves his mouth, and waers practically nothing in sub zero temperatures. The dude is like, the orgioanl pimp, setting all the trens and dim witted replies. Santa, on the other hand, is a slave driver. The elves have to work all year round, to meet the quota that grows every year. They are said to resemble children, but they could very well be children that were snatched and forced to work in his sweat shops. He lives up in the north pole, where there are virtually no taxes, probaly none, so he doesn't have to lose any money to the blood sucking, nova scotia hating goverment.
Plus, santa goes around, unshaved and wearing big black laether boots. He's like, the first rocker. For all i know, santa was, and this dude is his decendent. Anyways, he also goes about in a 'slrigh' , pulled by 'reindeer' and goes down chiminies into peoples homes. I mean, really. Why doesn't he just use fed ex or natonal post? Maybe he's just one of those sick freaks who likes to voilate peoples homes, or just is a crazed cock from living up in the north pole for ever, or just about.
And that wife of his? Who really wears a red velvit mini everywhere? And with hooker boots, that go up to her thighs? Really, i mean what is the point? Unless she like, has her own chain of customers, torments the workers, or is santa's personal bunny. Or all of the above. She culd very well be a dealer to frosty as well. Its the perfect setting too...
Oh, now i really am depressed. I wonder what would happen if people from the humain society came up and saw how they mistreated thier raindeer. Santa would be having his ass sued, thats for sure.
Its wierd that as children were taught that santa, the easter bunny, and the tooth faerie are real, ut when we get older, we find out that they don't exist and that our parents had constabtly lied to us. Then, we feel really bad and they attempt to make in up to us, or at leats i've heard that some parents do. And then, we grow up, get married, have kids and do the same crime to them, even thoguh we know how it feels. The visious cycle starts all over again, and we blame our parents for a whoile lotta stuff that could have been ovided with considerable ease. Basterds.
Why do people always have to suck the life out of others?? I mean, why can't we let little kids believe in something other than credit cards. Though credit cards are turly amazing...arg, see what i mean.
I guess that christmas does allow religious people to have fun, or at least fun as they see it. And it gets us off school, and families get together, which can be good. People either break under all the stress (cought cough monica), or they get all happy and bubbly and you want to shoot them. Or you could be one of the people who aren't really affected by christmas any longer, thoguh you do find your self in the stores and recieing blows to your sides as every one else does. Tis the sesaon for sales, after all.
Well, my parents are home now and i'm not ment to be on the computer.
bye
Anyways, christmas is fast approching and the malls are death traps. Everything is on sale, and people are visious and cruel. Everyone wants that one perfect gift, and they will fight tooth and nail for it. Even if they know that its not really needed, that it will probally be at the back of a closet, hiding under a coat of dust, and will one day be either given to charity or sold in a garage sale.
Human nature eh. What are we to do?
Anyways, christmas is pretty depressing when you thing about it. I mean, you brave the malls, buying presents and depleting the money in your back accounts, as the sales clirks become over worked and sleep deprived. People have break downs, and family ties are forced upon individuals who want nothing more then to be disowned. Gooses, turkeys and chicken are being plucked in droves, while cows and other meat giving animals are being butchered, leaving a large blood bath where they last stood. Kids in third world counrty's are having their fingers turned bloody as they work to meet their proposterious deadlines, for the richer counrties.
And to top it off, frosty is a pimp and santa is a slave driver. I mean, who goes around all day with a hat that big, a pipe that almost never leaves his mouth, and waers practically nothing in sub zero temperatures. The dude is like, the orgioanl pimp, setting all the trens and dim witted replies. Santa, on the other hand, is a slave driver. The elves have to work all year round, to meet the quota that grows every year. They are said to resemble children, but they could very well be children that were snatched and forced to work in his sweat shops. He lives up in the north pole, where there are virtually no taxes, probaly none, so he doesn't have to lose any money to the blood sucking, nova scotia hating goverment.
Plus, santa goes around, unshaved and wearing big black laether boots. He's like, the first rocker. For all i know, santa was, and this dude is his decendent. Anyways, he also goes about in a 'slrigh' , pulled by 'reindeer' and goes down chiminies into peoples homes. I mean, really. Why doesn't he just use fed ex or natonal post? Maybe he's just one of those sick freaks who likes to voilate peoples homes, or just is a crazed cock from living up in the north pole for ever, or just about.
And that wife of his? Who really wears a red velvit mini everywhere? And with hooker boots, that go up to her thighs? Really, i mean what is the point? Unless she like, has her own chain of customers, torments the workers, or is santa's personal bunny. Or all of the above. She culd very well be a dealer to frosty as well. Its the perfect setting too...
Oh, now i really am depressed. I wonder what would happen if people from the humain society came up and saw how they mistreated thier raindeer. Santa would be having his ass sued, thats for sure.
Its wierd that as children were taught that santa, the easter bunny, and the tooth faerie are real, ut when we get older, we find out that they don't exist and that our parents had constabtly lied to us. Then, we feel really bad and they attempt to make in up to us, or at leats i've heard that some parents do. And then, we grow up, get married, have kids and do the same crime to them, even thoguh we know how it feels. The visious cycle starts all over again, and we blame our parents for a whoile lotta stuff that could have been ovided with considerable ease. Basterds.
Why do people always have to suck the life out of others?? I mean, why can't we let little kids believe in something other than credit cards. Though credit cards are turly amazing...arg, see what i mean.
I guess that christmas does allow religious people to have fun, or at least fun as they see it. And it gets us off school, and families get together, which can be good. People either break under all the stress (cought cough monica), or they get all happy and bubbly and you want to shoot them. Or you could be one of the people who aren't really affected by christmas any longer, thoguh you do find your self in the stores and recieing blows to your sides as every one else does. Tis the sesaon for sales, after all.
Well, my parents are home now and i'm not ment to be on the computer.
bye
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