Holiday Cheer

Okay, so all the girls were giving me shit about "blogging" but then they're all like, "It's so theraputic; Sara was right". Of course I'm damn right, I'm right about everything.

This weekend sucked because Jean had her holiday party and I didn't go because I thought it was going to be all the nerds from her office playing Cranium or Trivial Pursuit. But then it turns out that it was a bunch of really cool people, and then I remembered that she was still unemployed so of course she wouldn't invite office people because she doesn't have co-workers. And all the girls went and then they were all like, "Why didn't you go" and it's like, I have friends outside of you. Well, not friends but acquaintances. They always make me feel guilty cuz I want to hang out with "friends" who also happen to have functioning "penises" that want to have "sex with me". And Sophie's saying how I always choose men over the girls but when they break my heart I come crying to them and I say, that's true, but that's what friends are for. And I ALWAYS make time for them. Well, at least Bonnie, and that's because she's pregnant and in a delicate condition.

I don't know what I am going to do about Christmas. Seriously, I don't know where I'll be. Jean is going back to Vermont, but that's okay, I didn't want her to invite me anyway. Sophie is having Christmas at another friend's house and she invited me but I don't want to get in the way or have to meet new people. My brother invited me to host a holiday with him and his perfect wife at my dad's in Buffalo, but since Dad moved back to upstate, he's been weird and I don't want to deal with him. Not like he wasn't always weird. I haven't talked to him in months. My brother thought it would be a good idea to go up there "bring some holiday cheer" but I don't have any way to get out there, and I'm really busy and I have to work Christmas Eve. Okay, I also can't think of anything more depressing. Seriously- what are we possibly going to do to cheer him up. "Hey old man! You are totally alone! And your kids kind of hate you! Now let's eat." The holidays are so weird. You have these great memories of your childhood but then you'll never forget when it all changed and you can't really enjoy it anymore. That's why I want to spend the holidays with Bonnie and Greg. I always feel like she's my real family. I think Greg wants to invite me; we kind of bonded after I scored him some pot at the holiday party, but I think Bonnie wants to have some alone time with him this season. Which is totally cool, I know I'll be invited but I'll just politely decline and say, "Oh, no... you have your time alone with Greg." Here's how it's going to happen:
Bonnie: "No, Sara, you are like a sister to me. We want to there."
Sara: "But you've got Greg and the baby..."
Bonnie: "Hey! This baby is never going to come between us. To tell you the truth, I'll always love you more than this baby."
Sara: "Really?"
Bonnie: "Really. Don't tell Greg. Now spend the holidays with us."
Sara: "Okay."

Well, except when it really happens I'll just tell her I have plans. And I do have to work Christmas Eve.

I'd better call Sophie, I don't know if she hasn't been home or we keep missing each other, but I haven't heard from her. Whatever, she's probably okay.

Bye, Bloggie.