I hate Christmas alone. My first major holidays as a married person and I'm sitting here like a depressed Oprah-watcher petting the cat and watching White Christmas and getting all teary-eyed. The Man comes home between the tenth and the twelveth of January, and I've had the tree up since the beginning of November. Next year should be better. BAH.
So here I am, with no money and nothing to do, begging for some kind of entertainment, and I realize just how crappy the holidays can be. This is worse than when I was in the fucking navy. BAH. HUMBUG.
--The Queen
Rattled Out By Queenie
at 10:50 AM
Updated: Thursday, 11 March 2004 5:38 AM
