Attention

[docwebster]

I will be celebrating Christmas. It's not that I'm insensitive to the various pagan holidays it ripped off and or supplanted, it's just that I don't particularly give a shit except in a visceral, historical fascination sort of way because there's nothing I can do about it. It's what I grew up with and what I will likely carry to my final exit so I'm damn well hanging onto it and the memories.

I have next to no clothes that don't have holes in them. I have to find a telecommuting job because of this, as I do not have anything remotely approaching a work wardrobe. I sleep on a mattress on the floor, no boxsprings, no bedframe. I have one table. It currently houses my computer equipment and DJing mixer. I have two chairs and a love seat that serves as my computer "chair". I also have food in three things: the fridge, the cabinets and me so that's in the plus column. The kittehs are fed as well, so this is a goodness. Worse, I have no Irish Cream. Shock. Horror.

But I have a roof over my head to call my very own. This year started off shitful with Samanthakitty passing away and didn't really get better until we moved into these townhomes. But with all you smerrrheeeeees and the fuzzy population of the household I might just make this.

Comments

[javagoth.livejournal.com]

I say let each celebrate as they want!

I hope things pick up soon and I'm glad you have what you have!

Kitty love can make up for a LOT in my experience.

{{{{{{{{{{{ hugs }}}}}}}}}}}}}}

[hnybny.livejournal.com]

In my worst times I always tried to keep in mind that when you're really down, there's more room above, than below.