navidad, navidad, blanca navidad, es un dia de alegria y felicidad. hey!
matt and i drove all over the area looking for cookie cutters last night. wal-mart (guh) and the dollar store, fry's, and walgreens all didn't have them, and by the time we got close to my house i was tired of looking. therefore we postponed cookie making, my one attempt to have a 'normal holiday season', and i went and had sex with him instead and fell asleep at 9:30. i've had to take on an old person's schedule this week, since my employers want me at 8:00 a.m. each morning and I have to get up two and a half hours early to allow an hour for breakfast, etc. and then an hour and a half to fight traffic.
as far as bitching about christmas goes, don't even get me started. all i'll say is that hail satan, blah blah blah, and we should name another day of the year presents day and go with that. i hate christmas. it can suck my balls. the fact that it's 70 degrees out doesn't help. and the fact that my uber-rich employers are busy playing christmas CDs and making gingerbread houses and putting up a huge tree with piles of presents under it serves to make the entire ordeal more disgusting. excuse me, i've thought of christmas so much i have to go puke now.
in other news, the house hunt continues. the one we were planning on renting got rented out while we were both waiting for money, so we're still looking. that's supposed to happen today. then boxing class tonight so i won't feel fat about eating again, and that, my lovelies, is all the news.
pretty fucking dull, really.
the coolest song in the world right now is:schism - tool