That doesn’t mean it’s christmas now!
Know what I hate? When the dress Santa up in different costumes. He’s not a cowboy, he’s not a doctor who cures things with gifts and candy, he’s nothing but a santa. I also hate people who rub “the true meaning of christmas” in your face every time you talk about something that tradition has brought us like cookies or holly or something like that. I know it’s Jesus’ birthday, yes, I know that. Did YOU know that it coincides with Pagan Rituals? Hmm?
I’m slowly coming to realize my blog is where I let off all my steam. Mostly, I do it at work because people here make me so angry. I don’t enjoy most of my work conversations only because I am tired to hearing what other people think and why it’s better than what I think, or having to lie when I answer questions to make my mom look good. I can’t wait to start working somewhere else without my mom so I can just be myself; or not talk to anyone, that sounds better actually.
I think I am going to get serious about writing today, that way I can just be a famous author and playwrite and forget most everyone else! That’s a good plan. Or I’ll just be a princess!