Christmas Shit

Happy holidays, y'all... and I mean that, I really do. What I wanna talk about, though, is why do a ton of people never do or say anything nice except for at this his time of year? Except for your birthday perhaps- but no one can really remember anyone's birthday. My best friend in the entire world forgot my birthday one year, and I don't think I've recovered ever since. Well, mostly- but to this day she has found my reaction to that shit as a never ending source of amusement. I would like to point out, though, that she has never forgotten my birthday since then... and that, is a never ending source of amusement to me.

Back to this Christmas shit... It takes all the restraint in my physical/ mental self not to roll my eyes when I see something I don't like/ don't agree with/ find highly annoying/ hypocritical, etc. I actually had to work at not doing this for years. I can now tolerate (or at least not roll my eyes) at almost anything I encounter now, except for at this time of year.

Why are there 2500 (random number I chose, although I'm sure it's much higher than this) people that raise money/ donate money/ donate things/ freak the fuck out at this time of year???!!!! The endless toy drives drive me up a mother fucking wall. And people on Facebook that talk about cruising around downtown Portland with blankets to give the homeless? What the fuck, mane??!!! You didn't notice that there were tons of people in downtown Portland/ China town/ old town that were sleeping on the sidewalk the rest of the year? No, it wasn't as cold then- but they were there- sleeping on the sidewalk.... like always. In fact, the last time I went out to shake my ass, consumed one million drinks, and gorged on food afterwards at the food carts- I remember having to focus on walking in my oh-so-mother-fucking-cute 5 inch heels not step on anyone. Or cry.

No, I am not going to create an informercial about this shit- or start a campaign to smack the shit out of anyone. But I am confident that they will meet their maker someday. I'M KIDDING- at least about the informercial and the meet their maker crap. I still might smack the shit out of them, and they can just fuck off. Muah.

Love,

Chicken