Merry joy

FUCKING merry chirstmas.... I love Chirstmas. I love the shopping, traffic, and yes I love the food. Chirstmas is so big. Go to the holy decorated mall where hundreds are shopping and about to eat at the Wendy's on the first floor. Some kid is at home sneeking a peek at his presents with a butter knife. I sit home. Yesterday I colored my hair black. Everyday I eat out at Taco Bell or Mcdonalds. I am so happy. I think I am happy. Sometimes, like today, I wish I could live like a monk. Live up in the middle of no where, have no money, starve myself, and yeah I think life would be happy. Take away all my luxury. Except for my CD player and my cds...can't live without that.
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But if you lived far away like a monk, you'd never get to watch the insanity that is christmas shopping. I'm actually going to a big shopping mall, grabbing a coffee and sitting down to watch as the depravity and stupidity unfolds before me. Yar, I'm a people watcher. Good luck with the monk think chickadee.
Poog.