Today I became furious with my mother in Borders because she said I wasn't spending enough money on my sister-in-law. Because clearly it's not the thought that counts, it's the amount you spend.
Not that I'm keeping score or anything, but last year, my sister-in-law and my brother together bought me a t-shirt. Which is fine. It's a lovely and thoughtful t-shirt (the Colbert Nation t-shirt), but I'm not allowed to buy a $6 book (even though I knew what I wanted to get her before I saw that it was on sale) because it makes me cheap?
And people wonder why I hate Christmas. Why can't I just buy what I want to buy people regardless of how much it cost?
Tonight I fell asleep in church and my elbow slipped off the end of the rail and I almost fell off the pew.
My sister-in-law spilled communion juice on the pastor and he didn't finish blessing her because he was so irritated. We both were laughing hysterically and couldn't stop.
Last night my mother became visibly (and verbally) angry with me for saying that when I decided to have kids I just want to adopt black foster kids with AIDS that no one else will take. Because someone has to love them. I guess that's not what Jesus would do.
Today at my grandma's house I found an old board game from the 80's called Therapy, where each player uses a couch to move around the board and has to answer personal questions about the stages of life and analyze the other players. And it's kinda racy.
If my friends in Austin think they're going to get out of playing this game with me, they're sadly mistaken.
Tonight I've had 3 glasses of whiskey, and earlier today my father walked in on me jerking off in my room.
That's embarassing but expected when you're 12, but when you're 30, it's just humiliating and pathetic.
Tonight Tom made me laugh.