Am I the only one who dreads the holidays?

Remind me never to bring you home for Christmas, ever. >.>

Hey, AaronSofaer, I'll give you twenty bucks if you go home with her next year... ;)

I'm a long-haired liberal and therefore not welcome in her family home or something. It's all for the best, I'd probably say something horrific like "Socialized costs and privatizing profits makes absolutely no sense, and should horrify anyone who understands what the terms "externality" and "moral hazard" mean", and then be murdered on the spot.

If you played Mafia with them, you could die without saying anything at all.

Okay, thirty bucks. :D

Alas, it could have been fun to point out Nugent became the legal guardian of a teenage girl to avoid statutory rape charges when he was in his 30s and wrote songs essentially bragging about it ("Tight Spots," "Little Miss Dangerous").

He is a revolting man on many levels.

I spent all of yesterday alternating between drunk, crying, drunk AND crying, or passed out in sleep. This was, hands down, the worst Christmas I have ever gone through. After my family's bad behavior towards Fiance last year, and due to work, I chose not to spend Christmas with my family. I couldn't find an orphan's Christmas party that I wanted to attend, and so I stayed at home.

I spent a good deal of time making sure that I sent thoughtful gifts to each member of my family, and I spent quite a bit of my small income, and it was painfully obvious that I was an afterthought for them. Mom got a pair of ruby earrings, Dad got whiskey stones, my brother got an annoy-a-tron, and my sisters got a girls day out on my dime through gift certificates.

I got a fucking e-card. It would be laughable if it wasn't so damned depressing.

Fiance is Jewish, and so he doesn't really have a frame of reference for my painful emotions, but he really did the best he could at trying to cheer me up. Unfortunately, Christmas was just one giant ball of suck.

Sympathy like. :(

Two down, one to go.

Well I was supposed to fly down Christmas morning as I had to work until 11pm the night before and my parents went down to my aunts a couple days before. So get on the plane, first the engines wont start because of the cold, and then when they finally get that fixed they cant get the deicing truck started to deice the plane. So we all get off the plane and after 4 hours I finally just say the hell with it and go home. So then I get to spend the rest of the day with my mom calling me to make me feel guilty for hot spending Christmas with them. She is still mad at me like it is something I planned so I wouldnt have to go down there.

*hugs you*

You DO have that kind of power with the airline, right?

Showing bad delurking form by resurrecting a semi-dead thread with my own bitching and moaning, but I just wanted to let you guys know that you've actually made me feel a little better about having a horrible Christmas. Sparing the gory details, I moved back to Tennessee from Florida this year after having a bit of a nervous breakdown and currently live with my mother and aunt. I have no friends up here, my family is toxic, and this was the first Christmas I've spent away from my ex-slash-BFF in many, many years. When I made it known Tuesday that I was in no shape to trek out to BFE to do family Christmas ... well, my mother hasn't spoken to me since. So I spent Christmas Day alone trying to curtail any histrionic sobbing by getting very stoned, noodling bad jazz piano, and playing old Sega CD games. (Yeah, as opposed to the new ones.) My poor ex spent half the day calling and texting trying to comfort me in between doing holiday stuff with her girlfriend and their families, which made me feel like even more of a downer schmuck, bless her heart.

I'd like to go on record saying that I would have given you all of my earthly possessions to make that anti-Nuge violence happen. I can sympathize; there are some pretty dim elements in my family that I just didn't want to deal with this year.

He works at an airline, he gets to decide if planes take off or not. That's how it works.