hello december

"The greatest snow on earth" as Utah has boasted upon their nifty "ski utah" license plates, has finally arrived! Bringing along with it a plastic tree in my living room. Decked out with 3 different strands of lights, more red bulbs than any other color and a star that is missing it's 4:00 twinkle. As much as my stubborn self hates to admit it the decor that has recently been vomited around my house by my bubbly aunt and hillarious uncle has made Christmas a tiny bit easier to bare. As corny as stocking hung over a burning fireplace is, it makes me feel happier. Which isn't all that bad.
Work is going a bit better. Being the new girl always sucks but at least the people are inviting. I think I will enjoy it in the long run. I am, however, completely exahausted. I have not had an actual day off in a while and I don't see one coming up any time in the near future between the two jobs. As a result caffeine in-take has risen significantly, and does not look like it will fall anytime soon. At least I can make one damn good cup of coffee. If all else fails in my life at least that would suffice has a eulogy.
Also, my lack of faith in the human race has fallen to a 70% which is a 10% decrease then what it was before. That's a good thing. Must be the holidays.
Parking ticket guy totally made my day, which would have resulted in a more significant decrease but then the you-scan bitch at Smiths ruined that one for the team. Whore.
Interesting story, I called my mother today I sarcastically spewed out something about dirty laundry and oregon. Which she took incredibly to literally followed by her actually geniunly asking if I was happy in life. Followed by an awkward silence I said, "Yeah mom...I think I am."
It was just so unlike my mother to show some concern. Sure she may feel it but showing her emotions and feeling them are two completely different things to Belinda. I think for the first time in 2 years I felt a motherly feeling from my actual mother. I don't really know of anyone else who would actually tear up because her mom asked her if she was happy, but maybe that's what I needed, and have needed. I know she cares, I'm just proud she can finally show it without hating herself.



I have decided to update my shit and hit lists. I haven't done them in a while so...enjoy:

Shit list:
Christmas
Snow when I'm outside.
Smiths you-scan bitch.
Being the newbie.
Birth-control conversations.

Hit list:
Snow when I'm inside.
Parking ticket man.
Coffee.
Stocking's hung by the chimney with care.
The Hot light.
The smell of Oxy-clean.
Jess the cat. (which is weird)