Tuesday, November 24, 2009

Horror, terror and Christmas.

OK.

I get the message.

Jesus Christ put on a red suit trimmed with small white animal fur, was nailed to a cross, was freed by a red-nosed flying reindeer, came down a chimney and was met by singing chipmunks in a manger with his virgin mother, Mhyrr.

I get the point. I'll buy a ton of shit I don't really need for people I don't really like.

Just shut off the fucking music already, willya.

3 comments:

bob hoffman said...

Geo:
I'm starting to think you're irritable.

geo said...

Bob,

I get in early in the morning, before anyone else but the two nice people who run the little coffee bar.

I get in early because I like to work and get my work done. I like the quiet of the morning before I get pulled in 48 different directions.

Then I hear Alvin and the Chipmunks. And sleigh bells. And I saw Mommy kissing Santa Claus.

It's enough to make one a trifle misanthropic.

hds said...

Just be thankful you don't actually work in a supermarket, those poor bastards have been saying the same thing for the last three months.