where are all the cookies?

Hmm this board is kinda boring.... maybe If I stab some people with blunt pencils that will liven it up... WOE IS ME... I wanna talk to some one but no one fun is on... not that a talking can of green beens isn't someone to talk to... but still....

Anywho... In other news... the guy who would be her stalker if he wasn't her boyfriend proposed to my friend. I'm not sure what to say... I mean he's guards her like my dog guards her food.... He doesn't see me as a threat, but he did see my other two friends as that. THE GUY WORKS AT HOBBY LOBBY AND MARY WORKS AT A VITAMIN STORE... Do they honestly think they are financially stable.... As if I see her much as it is....Oh well we can just drift farther apart. She's a year and something odd days younger than me... why is she even thinking... eh never mind. The whole world has issues, why be suprised?

SIgh, one way or another I'll be driven crazy this holiday.... and then be depressed... I know too many of my presents already. The question is how many let downs will there be? Tomorrow there will be much cleaning... by me. Much decorating... partially by me. And a probability that I will be expected to make all of dinner before mom gets home.... Will I be motivated? What is there to be motivated by? =( this holiday is going to be as as the last one... and the one before that, and the one before that.... I really should volunteer for the soup kitchens for Christmas... really. I've said that for the past three years or so. Who wraps the presents... I do. Who does cleaning... I do some of it. It is important to know that around here, when they ask me to do something, I am obliged to do it... That's why... I wrote that poem. They ask me to do something and yell at me and oh I really don't like the holidays as much as I used to... I mean I wrap my presents, I wrap theres. I used to think it wasn't so bad... fun even, but then every one decided that they would have me do theirs... so you know... I'm probably exagerating... but still to me, well that's how I see it. Eh no use feeling blue before the holidays truelly begin... No... not at all.

Memories, memories the thoughts I adore... sigh

 

Tell them to do thier own damm gifts.

Tch, shouldn't make your kids do all the chirstmas stuff just cause it's the holiday season, jes cuz they dun live wit you no mo.

And hey, if you can carry on a good conversation with a can of beans then you can carry on a conversation with anyone.

~W