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// December 27th, 2005 // People

I can’t complain. December 20th was my birthday. I’m now 49. I suppose I could complain about that, but what would that accomplish? It wouldn’t make me any younger.

Christmas wasn’t too bad, other than the fact that we really weren’t doing presents this year since I’m not working full-time.

I suppose I could complain about the fact that my son can only manage to spend $5 on me for my birthday, and $10 on me for Christmas. Cheap bastard. For his entire life he was showered with presents, hundred and hundreds of dollars at a time, but he chooses to spend his money on presents for his buddies.

Starting next year I’m going to buy my son a box of chocolates for his birthday, and perhaps a DVD from the sale bin for Christmas. He can see how personalized he thinks those gifts are.

Aside from that we ate like pigs with the big turkey dinner. We’ve still got enough turkey left to feed a starving third-world country family of 24 (those people have no entertainment other than sex, I suppose, which would explain why they keep popping out babies they can’t feed).

We won’t be going out this year for New Year’s Eve since my daughter will be here. It turned out to be my ex’s weekend with her during Christmas, so the alternating weekend turns into New Year’s. We’ll all just hang out, maybe watch some movies and have some champagne.

Life in the big city.