Also? I just realized that my stocking isn't even up at Mom's. Last year it went up as soon as we got it. I realize that I'm twenty but I haven't had the chance to do a lot of "holiday" stuff and I try to make up for it now.
Yeah, yeah, fucking call me "Sam" and get it over with, okay?
In more Sammich-like and incredibly ungreatful news I think Mom's getting me a cellphone for Christmas and I'm diosapointed. I don't really know what I want but I know that Ma probably spent a hundred and fifty dollars on something I literally use twice a day. To text CJ and tell him I'm awake or at school and to call Dad if/when I need a ride.
Ugh. I fucking need sleep.