Christmas time

I got really fucking annoyed today. I'm still fucking annoyed. You see, for me Christmas is the most important time of year; it's the time for quiet thinking, family, and the only real oppurtunity to just sit back in your favourite easy chair beside the fireplace with a good book. The last two years I have been working up until the 23rd and then starting again on Boxing Day which isn't really my idea of a good Christmas. So this year I told my boss I wanted a couple of extra days off and I got them; I'm not working again until the 2nd of January. I was thrilled and I told my girlfriend this.

However, now she wants me to help her mother move during the days between Christmas and New Year. Crap. I mean, who the fuck moves at that time of year anyway? Well, I'm not doing it and now she's really pissed at me. My point is that I myself will be moving out at the beginning of January and therefore I'd like to spend the last days at home by actually being at home.

This morning I spent an hour in the tub and I started thinking about reincarnation, don't ask me why. I don't really believe in that shit but it would have been nice though, having the chance to be reborn. But I'd like to decide myself what I'd be born into because I wouldn't go for the best thing or person possible. Contrarywise my friends, I'd probably choose one of the worst. I'd like to be reborn as an American. No offense to you Kev. When I say American I mean Californian because that is my horrific ideal of a good life.

The upbringing would have been different, more slack I imagine, rendering me more mature at an earlier age. The weather would have been different too. Better. But not during Christmas; I like my Christmases to be cold and dark.

Just to prove how much I love Christmas, here is a picture of me from last Halloween, dressed as Santa Claus. I would put a smiley here. But I hate them.