What a fucking
con. Since when has
Christmas Eve fallen on the same day as
New Year's Eve? That's two
Tightarse Tuesdays at
the Tote I've missed out on in a row. And the week before,
Dead Moon were playing, so management cancelled it to make more money off the spillover to the
front bar. Bastards. On the plus side, I'm not working Thursday for once, so I can
go to the Club UK tonight to drink.
Christmas. Bah. Humbug.
I can't even relax with a nice
rum and
orange (though I am trying), and some fucking kids are walking down the street pressing all the
doorbells. If I could've got my boots on quick enough I would've chased them, beat the shite through them, and said; "don't ring number X again", where X is the neighbours' house. Those neighbours are a bunch of
fucking dickheads.
P.S. Enough of your festy (NOT festive)
eggnog, rum is the drink of the holidays!