I can't take another Britney.....

I tried. I really tried to make it through this Christmas without bitching. Can't do it. I went to the mall on Thursday to finish my shopping. My back started hurting at hour 3 and I was starved. I was very thankful to get home at 9:30 and even though I was sooooo tired, I wrapped the rest of the presents for the boys. See, their shit for brains mother told them that she was not gonna buy them any presents for Christmas. SHE TOLD THEM THAT!!!!! Instead of saying...."Money is tight and Christmas might be very small..." WTF???? We pay her enough money MONTHLY all fucking year long to compensate for what they need. Would it kill that bitch to try a little harder to provide for them? The oldest cried to J the other day that their mother stops at the liquor store every night and all she wants to do is drink liquor (he said liquor, not beer)and watch football with her new piece of shit boyfriend that will not work. She still has not found (or even looked) for a full time job, so she is still complaining about not having any money. K told J that she buys his cigarettes for him, too. He asked us if she could buy liquor and cigarettes for him, why she can't buy them anything for Christmas? So, since I put up my tree after Thanksgiving... I made sure that each time they came over after school or for the weekend, that there has been a new present or two. I told J that it was my top priority that they have a really good Christmas. I haven't seen kids so excited for Christmas since I was a kid. They really can not wait. Their mother did not even put up a tree for them. Pitiful.

I knew going to the mall would be a fucking nightmare. Little did I know that I would snap. I swore when I got out of there that I was tired and fed up with:

A) One more sales clerk with the name Britney. I went into a handful of stores and I swear to Santa, that 3 of the clerks that waited on me had that name. If I heard one more.... "HI! I'm Britney (imagine all this while chewing gum, twirling her hair and looking up to the right and looking at her cell phone, like, 100 times AND saying "LIKE" 79 times), welcome to Old Navy.... If you need anything just ask (I probably won't know what the hell you really need or talking about cause I am only 17yrs old; I am the holiday help and don't know my ass from a hole in the ground.) All three were just complete morons who didn't even care that they are there to help... They just suck up oxygen that I need to bitch. I was even too tired to bitch to the manager.

B)Christmas songs. The radio plays them so fucking much, that by the time that Christmas is gone... I'm about ready to slit my wrists. Especially, that "Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas" song. I'd rather hear fingernails clawing down a chalk board than hear that fucking song again. Ever. Matter of a fact... no more Christmas songs EVER and save me from bitching about it next year. I can skip to bitching about something else.

C) Why can't fucksticks return their carts to the buggy corral? This bugs the fucking dogsnot out of me. They are there for a reason! If you don't return your cart.... don't ever fucking complain about door dings in your car again. Ever. You lost your privilege to bitch about it cause you are guilty of the same thing. How hard can it be? I know, once you get outside of the store... you're tired. The wind is blowing. It's raining. It's snowing. It's easy to just leave it next to your car who, BTW probably dinged your car door when THEY got out of THEIR car, but commmmmmmeeee onnnnnnn for the love of all that is good and holy. Take it back, already.

So, see y'all..... I tried. Luckily, I'm done for this year and can look forward to this same shit next year.