Posted by Gwen | Labels: Christmas 2008, I may be toxic but all I really want to do is hug it out, My Funny Friends, The Softer Side
I wrote the latter half of this post last night from a dark place. I posted it and left it up for about an hour when I realized you didn't need me pissing my sad all over your holiday so I took it down. I've been putting on a happy face the past few weeks in an effort to hide my heart, broken by not spending the holidays with my family this year. I had a wonderful volunteering opportunity lined up for this morning, and while excited about it, I was still doing it alone.
Until yesterday, when my wonderful, wonderful friend H emailed and said she wanted to go with me. She and I delivered Christmas dinners to the elderly this morning and had a ball. After that we had brunch at the only local diner we could find that was open and are now baking cookies to take to her nieces and nephews tonight. I never expected this Christmas to be as grand as it has become. She won't take credit for her kindness, saying she'd just be at home until later today anyway, but she is here for me and turning my frown upside down. I love her and you should, too.
And because you now know I'm okay, here's a taste of me being a Bitter Betty:
It's 6:52 on Christmas Eve and you know what? I'm done. I have the Christmas spirit in my heart all year long and I'm tired of pretending it's all so fucking special because it's cold and we have nothing better to do.
So here: one of my favorite bands in the world is Dread Zeppelin, join me in enjoying the most perfect blend of reggae, Elvis and Led Zeppelin I've ever heard. As if I've ever heard anyone else do it. Whatever. It's good. Watch it. I know you're only here because you're escaping your family. I love you enough that I picked a long one. Consider it your gift. Merry fucking Christmas, monkeys.
We're watching you.
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