i am grateful now that it is far enough past christmas that people will stop asking me if i had a good one, and what good presents i got (and talking about their own good presents). chiefly this is because i did not, particularly, have a good christmas, and i in fact got no presents (unless you count the traders who were handing out cash last week, which was both totally unexpected and very sweet.).

i find it somewhat ironic that people at work (specifically, people who work in a career that typecasts them as obnoxious, self-absorbed jackasses) like me enough to give me money, whereas my parents could not be bothered to pick up a telephone. i mean, i know it’s a long distance call and all, but seriously, y’all. one of you is even having your mortgage paid for, so how’s about ponying up five bucks for a token gesture to the only child, hmm?

i’m currently being passive aggressive and bitter enough to not call either of them, either. my birthday’s in a week and a half: let’s see who breaks first.