I have about an hour and a half of work time left before I'm set free for eleven days. This is so fantastic I can hardly wrap my brain around it. The week has not been without the annual Family Drama Email Parade, complete with a solid page's worth of guilt-text from my mother. Lord above. I'm hoping we can all just get tipsy and let the shit goooo. That's my plan, anyway. That, or just running away and changing my name.
Otherwise, things are fine. I still have a pile of gifts to wrap (ugh) and the tree is still sans decorations (oops.) It'll all get done eventually. Or not. I've been busy this week with other things, things like trying to find something on TV worth watching. It's been a horrible TV week and my lack of DVR (Hi, honey!) means that I have to watch an infuriating amount of diamond commercials. I think diamond jewelry commercials are sincerely my most hated ever. I had a little chat about it with a friend who was nice enough to buy earrings from me in an attempt to gift someone with "non-Zales" jewelry. Here is the rest of the exchange:
me: I hate those diamond commercials like poison. I was actually thinking of writing a blog entry about how much I hate them.
Friend: Seriously, I fucking hate them too. They make me want to stab someone violently.
me: YES. I hate the one with the wishbone and the shrill little girl, "WHATS THAT, MOMMY?"
me: THAT'S A GUN, KID.
Friend: Exactly! "Oh, I think I already won!" BARF!
I think more than I hate the commercials, I hate what they imply: gifts = love and if you really, really love the person, diamonds = TRUE LOVE. It's impressively awful and the diamond jewelry that's being pushed is mostly very hideous. And the commercials make me want to die inside. In my world, every kiss begins with SUCK IT.
You want to show her you really care? Buy her a pony. Works every time, I promise.