Clothes And Fruit Cake

The holiday of the year approaches and yet again, I don't care. I haven't been excited for Christmas since I was like 13 or 14. You may remember the days when you'd lay in bed awake all night in excitement thinking about what you'd get the next day, anybody? Anybody?

Well, the thrill is gone, at least for me. I haven't ever had a job this time of the year to go out and Christmas shop for others. When you get older, that's the best part. I used to draw pictures as Christmas presents or write raps on Christmas cards. It's a new day, I don't do much of that anymore.

All the elements are the same, though. Expensive ass gizmos and gadgets are on sale, bad ass kids still have a merry one and they still produce the nastiest concoction on the planet, fruit cake. Maybe I sound like a grinch on this post, but I guess that's the holidays for me.

Well, if I can't give on X-Mas then I might as well make the best out of getting. So far that sucks....sucks like Superhead (mmmm...) Anyway, I got two five dollar bills from my step dad's dad, I'm like wow, come better. He used to give $20 on birthdays. Then I went to my cousin's, who spent an hour and a half talking shit on Xbox Live, and my great aunt bought me a JC Penny's sweater. Though it wasn't given to me by her, my other cousin gave it to me. 18 years into the game you know what to expect. She handed me a gift wrapped box, I pick it up, I say ,"It's too small, take it back, give me the money." She's like ,'you didn't open it'. I opened it, it was a skin tight sweater and I stood by my original comment. "Just give me the money, I can't spend sweater." Same thing EVERY year. I feel like Charlie Brown in this bitch.

I'm left to reminisce over how much things have changed in my life over the course of four years. One thing that hasn't changed, however, is my mom's taste for fruit cake. She's the only person in the world I know who eats it. Every year I read the ingredients on the package, that's the closest I'll get to the stuff. Another Christmas thing I can't agree with, Egg Nog.

So, what was the purpose of this post? Empathy is Apathy on Christmas!

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