Thursday, December 14, 2006
Happy Christmas - Not
One of my pet peeves is people saying, "When are you going on holiday?" In my mind it is impossible to go 'on holiday'.
Christmas is a 'holiday'.
Easter is a a 'holiday'.
When one stops working and goes somewhere because they are tired of working, that is called a 'break' or better still a 'vacation'.
What is my point? My point is that one cannot go 'on holiday', any more than one can go 'on Christmas' or 'on Easter'.
One can, however, go 'on vacation'.
And that's I intend to do for the next week. Thank you.
And while we're at it, one eats 'candy', not 'sweets'.
And one drinks 'soda', not 'fizzy drinks'.
Okay, now I am going to take a 'little blue pill with a V on it'.
Happy Christmas for real. Not not. I am drunk. I plan on staying this way after putting up with Swedes all month on their home turf. They are starting to get to me.
Plus Linda and I are upset because half our salary went to taxes this month. Merry Christmas. The government here is the living realization of Orwell's Big Brother. But there are people dying and people who can't afford alcohol. I think of those people a lot. And then get depressed and I drink and then I get mad again and want my taxes back. Let them die. I want to die a petty fool with my tax money in my hand. And if I died of a disease it wouldn't hurt so bad to be stolen from. The end. No merry Christmas for real. Only Brits say Happy Christmas and I am 100% Drunko Americano at this time.