last year i spent all of december in my arizona apartment alone, right up until two days before xmas when my mom came to get me. so the two of us could celebrate xmas alone at her apratment.
the year before that i barely remember, although i was up north with the electrical natzi who kpet blaming the fact that his xmas lights wouldn't stay on, on me.
the year before that, was the first since my parents split which of course meant i had to celebrate it atleast four times.
meaning the year before that was the infamous xmas when my dad decided to announce on my way to annette's that " he thinks mom has a boyfriend!" they of course fought all xmas morning.
and last but not least my sister in celebration of her xmas eve birthday, freaks out and throws her chocolate cake all over the kitchen floor and counter.
repeat the last scenario and you have something similar to every xmas before that from about age 12 on.
and this year as an extra rteat on top on being broke- my grandmother is dying. and so my mom myspaces me (since she's at the hospital so much i see her every couple of days for about 5 minutes before i leave for work)to tell me she's officially canceling xmas and if i find something else to do it's okay.
so seriously, fuck the holidays. don't wish me a merry fucking xmas, coz frankly i could just sleep until next monday and be a happy person.