Why people continue to make me hate Christmas.
Everything was good, with arrears on agreement not to get the gift, the broken hair dryer at home that needs to be changed, friends who include the lack of money and the related idea of \u200b\u200bnot buying gifts.
Then came the Christmas dinner of the people spend more time (hard to give a different definition) and the organization leaves something to be desired by the strange intersections of guests, and more money.
the stress not so much because of the money market (they are, but less so than usual) but because ultimately cast my money out of an airplane once a month, which no revenue is draining my wallet.
Then comes the saddest news of the world: the machine is destroyed. No car at home, all on foot. Initially, my heart is filled with deep sadness, my independence goes to hell, then on reflection I think it also my right to use it is always minimized. I'm beginning to see the positives.
Apart from the fact she can no longer go to Pilates, I have a good excuse radiant not to make gifts. And 'there in front of my eyes and laugh at beautifully.
I hate to make and receive gifts at Christmas, I find it a completely meaningless gesture, and above all a stretch to do it to people you do not give a fuck emeritus. Some of these people will be present at the infamous dinner and these people have seen fit to make gifts to everyone, everyone, without exception. My answer: I will make them to anyone. The education required to accept the gifts of others and thank, from my point of view is returned to you. Unfortunately, I can do at home, not with strangers. Why
of strangers talking. Not to my mother, my father, my brother and my boyfriend. People I see every now and then. To my best friends I never made a gift and they never took me and we always best. Women of shit .. Yes, because it is always their fault. I rintanerò man in the area ..
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