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deadly poisonous hamster day
I think I slept about 15 hours last night, but, fuck, I am awake now and can theoretically write though am still feeling a bit groggy. My hair is being stupidly fluffy today /should take photos of this, maybe
Rori's non-sequiturs are getting more iiiinteresting, and varied; also, the strings are always more obvious when you run into a gigantic knot. Um, hi.
I...don't know what to say about Christmas, and if I do try to say it it will get over-analytical and possibly scathing. My real problem is that I only need things that cannot be put into wrapping paper - like a new job, a proper IRL, the ability to do things I can't do (the real problem with the trip in Feb being that there is not a way for me to ever be able to afford things like that myself. There just isn't one, the numbers just do not add up, I don't have any kind of choice about going to and fro on anything other than favours; this robs me of any dignity and autonomy I'd otherwise consider myself to have.)
Being in the US makes me pissed-off with Christmas in a cultural sense - even pretending to enjoy it encourages total strangers to co-opt me into the army of Baby Jeebus, which is a very lolworthy position to be in given everything else. I miss living in a society where people didn't assume things about your mortal soul; one never had to wonder whether to correct those assumptions or not.
(Something else I'm toying over lately; afaik there's no British equivalent to the US word 'holiday'. Does anyone know of one? I'm stumped.)
At the very least, cake. It's only our second Christmas with just the two of us - the last one was 2005 - and we're at a bit of a loss for how to swing it. I bought M a couple of things he specifically asked for and insisted that he buy me nothing, because I want absolutely every penny we have (spare or otherwise) to go towards our trip in February because I value it about ten million times more than I value Things. And we still don't have enough.
S3 entries are starting to roll in, from the Europeans who celebrate Christmas on the evening of the 24th and from early-rising Aussies, and this is lovely and happymaking even given the state of mine *headdesk* Anyway, a very happy Deadly Poisonous Hamster Day to you all.
Rori's non-sequiturs are getting more iiiinteresting, and varied; also, the strings are always more obvious when you run into a gigantic knot. Um, hi.
I...don't know what to say about Christmas, and if I do try to say it it will get over-analytical and possibly scathing. My real problem is that I only need things that cannot be put into wrapping paper - like a new job, a proper IRL, the ability to do things I can't do (the real problem with the trip in Feb being that there is not a way for me to ever be able to afford things like that myself. There just isn't one, the numbers just do not add up, I don't have any kind of choice about going to and fro on anything other than favours; this robs me of any dignity and autonomy I'd otherwise consider myself to have.)
Being in the US makes me pissed-off with Christmas in a cultural sense - even pretending to enjoy it encourages total strangers to co-opt me into the army of Baby Jeebus, which is a very lolworthy position to be in given everything else. I miss living in a society where people didn't assume things about your mortal soul; one never had to wonder whether to correct those assumptions or not.
(Something else I'm toying over lately; afaik there's no British equivalent to the US word 'holiday'. Does anyone know of one? I'm stumped.)
At the very least, cake. It's only our second Christmas with just the two of us - the last one was 2005 - and we're at a bit of a loss for how to swing it. I bought M a couple of things he specifically asked for and insisted that he buy me nothing, because I want absolutely every penny we have (spare or otherwise) to go towards our trip in February because I value it about ten million times more than I value Things. And we still don't have enough.
S3 entries are starting to roll in, from the Europeans who celebrate Christmas on the evening of the 24th and from early-rising Aussies, and this is lovely and happymaking even given the state of mine *headdesk* Anyway, a very happy Deadly Poisonous Hamster Day to you all.
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(Anonymous) 2010-12-25 12:53 pm (UTC)(link)Merry Christmas! *huggles*