I'll Hold This Grudge Like a Lover

I am still here. I've just been very blah and didn't see the value in posting a whole lot of nothing to the void.

Halloween has come and gone, and it was a total bust this year. I haven't trick-or-treated since puberty, but at least I could buy my own stash and watch cheesy horror movies in the comfort of my own home, right? As if. We went to Walmart a week before Halloween--a full week--and they'd already traded Halloween candy for Christmas candy. There isn't much difference between the two; chocolate is chocolate and sugar is sugar, but damn if it doesn't gall. The retail vampire are so desperate to suck every farthing from the increasingly-anemic marrow of shoppers that Santa has forced his fat ass into October. Poor Tom Turkey of Thanksgivingtown doesn't even get a nod now. It's crass and rage-inducing.

Well, joke's on those money-grubbing tits because I'm doing my Christmas shopping, what there is of it, on Amazon. It, too, might be a money-grubbing monstrosity, but it's convenient and well-stocked and doesn't rub my face in Satan's sweaty asscrack.