Current mood:	bitchy
Current music:	Give me the key - pzychobitch vs digital punk boys

Tis The Season to be Jolly
I hate Christmas, I really do. I’m sick of this fucking season of ‘happiness’. During Christmas I am anything but happy, I’m always feeling guilty. Everyone I seem to know thinks Christmas is about buying your friends presents, where I on the other hand think it’s somewhat of a waste. Maybe I’m just a grouch that hates spending her money on other people. But I think Christmas is more about spending time with friends and families, not cleaning out your bank account to show you care about someone. Yet still I get presents from friends and family and I feel guilty as I buy them nothing. Now don’t get me wrong, I like getting gifts, but id rather spend the money on spending time with the person then buying them something they don’t need (however practical gifts I don’t mind and if people do buy me gifts, that’s what I ask for).
Now on to my real problem, it has been almost 5 days and shoppers haven’t developed my pictures yet. Meaning I can make my parents Christmas presents (they are the only people I buy for). So tomorrow is the famous ‘unwrapping of the gifts’ and my dad will have nothing from me, same with my mother. Now I do have the choice of using the original pictures I took from my mom and returning the pictures I had scanned and reprinted so at least one of my parents will have something. My father however, most of the pictures were taken with a digital camera and I don’t have originals. Oh how I hate this fucking holiday.