okay, i dunno what to call my reoccurring reality of screwy holidays, it seems like each year is worse than the last, one year i was sleeping next to the highway, dirty, penniless, alone, and i went to a church for food, and because i didn\'t know what time it was, (alarm clock, homeless) i ended up getting there right after the last plate was served and there was nothing left, but a couple loaves of week old bread, this past thanksgiving i went to visit my parents, whom i have not been in contact with for almost ten years, i ofcourse miss my train, ended up getting there the evening of, my sister was pissed that my parents didn\'t just leave me in the middle of nowhere texas, at this run down, dilapidated train station that hadn\'t been open for at least twenty years over night so they could spend the holiday with her. she went as far as to accuse them of choosing me over her, and she got her youngest child on the phone to tell my mom, goodbye grandma. that went well. however there was one christmas, that i invited all my dearest friends (when i had dear friends) lived with the love of my life, everything was perfect, until i had to make a store run and ended up getting caught in a snow storm, and didn\'t get home until all my friends had left, and my best friend was in bed. bitter pill. So this christmas i have decided to accept my fate and buy myself a three layer holiday cake, eat it all in one sitting, until i hug the toliet until it\'s all over. any ideas?
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