i didn’t really want anything. i don’t like gifts.
"well, it’s the end of december, so here are some gifts. now i’ll be poor until january 15th. it’s cool, i like spaghetti."
bought everyone books (“you did that last year,” … but i’m a writer … “cop out”). drove to upstate new york to give everyone their books. forgot the books, handed out apologies.
re-gifted a digital camera i won after i stole an absent co-worker’s raffle tickets at the company holiday party. got drunk, took drunk pictures of my balls and the cabbie who drove me home (not at the same time), and forgot to delete them. merry christmas mom.
here’s what i wanted (a christmas list):
a moderately sized bong
some (finally) good pot to put in it
or a wash/dryer
a new apartment in which i was allowed to install a washer/dryer
success, fame, self-satisfaction
here’s what i was given:
a tea kettle
a nice shirt (i really like it)
pants that are too small
"the zombie survival guide"
here’s what i got:
the realization that i am much more broke than i thought i was
maybe i’ll convert. judaism sounds nice.
349 days til christmas 2011 (can’t wait!)