christmas is shit but a holiday is always nice
Man, Christmas sucks. I can never think of anything I want so I always ask for money these days, towards whatever indulgence I’m currently craving. It’s nice to reach a point when if you want something you can just go out and buy it. So last week I went a spent a month’s rent on a MacBook, and I love it so much I may get drunk and try to sleep with it. But the folks have chipped in to buy me a watch, it’s shiny.
The Christmas holiday was ace this year, actually. Facebook facilitated a couple of loooong overdue trips to the pub with the lads from school. It’s been six years since I saw the fellas from St Anselm’s, which I left eleven years ago — good God! I went in thinking now I’m a journalist (the reason I haven’t posted in, like, six months) I’ll definitely have the coolest job. So there’s a guy working for a credit card company, OK, a guy working in PR, not bad. “So what are you doing these days Rich?” “Oh, I’m a journalist. How about you?”
“I’m a nuclear engineer on a particle accelerator.”
“I’m a tree protection officer.”
“I’m a geologist and I work in a goldmine in Armenia.”
Gah, you talented bunch of bastards.
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