I bought a bag of lollipops today at target for $2.49, and i put them inside the seven gifts i wrapped, bagged and put inside boxes. Spending the eve at my best friend's house turned out to be surprisingly awkward. Don't get me wrong, the tamales were great and the champurrado was warm and thick (my favorite), being with my second to third family was memorable and the gifts were great. But, yes that BUT . . . In the mist of tore up gift wrapped paper, pajamas and "Merry Xmas, ILY" text messages, i suddenly realized that i am not meant for Christmas. My family stopped putting up a tree a long time ago. Every year i try to fight my mother, but after this year's Christmas eve (it is not yet daytime) i think i have learned my lesson. Earlier today i told Chuyont happy birthday, but it is not his birthday, but it makes sense. "I just wanna be okay, be okay, be okay." Cheers to the end of Christmas and end of this sucky (yet life-changing) year. This is the end, but a new beginning awaits.
-Sound, Shakers and Margaritas.
