I hate the holidays

I am not a scrooge (you know that's what you were thinking). It's not like I've always hated the holidays. For some reason this year, I honestly just don't give a crap. Usually holidays were spent with my siblings and my parents. But my parents are in D.R. and not to be gushy but it's honestly not the same. Hearing my mom wish me a merry xmas over the phone does not compare to having her hug me when she says it.

My sister and brother came over, since we're pretty much the only family we can stand to be around. We had lunch and exchanged presents. (My sister got me "Why We Suck" by Dr. Denis Leary. If you're not easily offended I'd suggest picking it up. Interesting stuff, especially the section on how you (the parent) are the only one who like your children. The rest of us think they suck). Then we had to make the rounds of phone calls to the family in D.R.-- parents, aunts, cousins. I had to tell my parents I am postponing going to see them until May. My mom understood, my dad not so much. With this stupid holiday and then rent, I'm pretty much out of money until about February. (Still waiting on my raise from work. Gotta love CUNY. By the time I get my raise it'll be time for my next one).

That concludes my very uneventful holiday season. I am to go watch "The Curious Case of Benjamin Button" tomorrow....well *looks at watch* today. It's almost three hours long. Hope it doesn't suck. If it does, who really cares. I get to ogle Brad Pitt. Sign me up!