First off - to the Anonymous commenter from the last post - I don't mind criticism. I truly don't. But at least have the stones to use your name when leaving such a negative comment. You know who I am, why shouldn't I know who you are?

Also, I know I'm bitching a lot. Try putting in as many hours in a week as I have been this month and see if you're not a little bit grumpy. Hell, I've logged almost 160 hours in the last two weeks. I'm sleep deprived, girlfriend deprived, and most aspects of a social life deprived this month. Yeah, I'm in a shitty mood most of the time. Don't like it? Don't read it. Simple as that. Come back in January when I've had some time to relax and decompress.

Now, to change the subject: my current Holiday season annoyance? People who insist on trying to get me into the Christmas Spirit. Stop giving me that goofy grin and singing Christmas music at me. I may just punch you in the kisser. I don't come up to you, set fire to your ugly-ass reindeer sweater, then rip off your Santa hat and piss into it, do I? No. I leave you the hell alone and that is all that I ask in return.

I hear more than enough renditions of Christmas songs by such talented groups as Alvin and the Chipmunks and The Retarded Kids with Lisps while I'm working my in-store wine and spirits tastings to last me several lifetimes. I swear they have the same four songs in a constant loop at every store in the United States.

Sweet Jeebus, I'm a bitter son of a bitch this month...

JT out.