u wake up on christmas morning and go downstairs, full of excitement. somebody is stealing all of your christmas presents. it is jesus. “its my birthday, not yours” he hisses menacingly, then runs away with all your gifts in his arms
it’s really strange to think think that we’re all just background characters in other people’s lives, someone they walk past while rushing to be somewhere or bump into on their way to get coffee and these people all have their own problems and insecurities and lives and we’re not part of them. i just think about that a lot.
Reblogging because every day needs a logic bomb
Christmas is my favourite time of year and this year it’s crap. I’ve been putting most of my pays towards savings for holiday. I’ve hardly been working which is cool cause I hate McDonald’s but it’s shit cause I need money and they’ve cut hours cause they’re assholes and keep employing shit people. So I don’t have the money to be buying people nice presents which is the part I love most about Christmas. Unless I go into my savings and then I’d have hardly any to take away. Sigh.
My car has been taken away today and they’re fixing my window that never went down and cleaning out all the engine an stuff so woo again