Sometimes a blowjob is just a blowjob. (The phone conversation.)

It is Christmas Time, again.  That's a holiday that never goes away.  Oh yes, the emotions were high this year.  Nothing like a holiday already fired with everyone's weird, built up, scarred shit, and then just add the fuel.  Fanfuckingtastic.  Trying to fool yourselves that you're not leaving THAT much of a scar on the child.  (Secretly wondering if that's what everyone's parents told themselves.)

What's everyone doing for Christmas?  Shit, I don't know.  Right now, it's Christmas Eve and everyone is in separate rooms.  Does that count for closeness if we're in the same house?  That's probably as good as it's going to get. 

How are you doing?  Okay.  I'm drinking all of the whiskey in the house, listening to angry music, and some sad music, smoking, and probably not leaving any of the eggnog either.  That sounds sad and stupid.  Does it?  I'm telling you, right now, I feel so much better, way better than the whole last month.  In fact, whoever said that drinking doesn't help was lying.  It totally helps.  Okay, if you say so.  Why yes, I do say so.  I like myself, and I really super like myself when I'm drunk.

What was said?  Oh yeah, it was so confusing.  We sort of did it.  And I liked it.  But, it was super confusing for the other party.  Why?  Well, some people have resided themselves to not being happy here, and certainly not happy with me, the way I think, the way I am, the way I look, etc.  So, the act was very confusing.  And we had to have yet another talk about it. 

Seriously?  Yeah.  I'm worn out.  And how do you tell someone that a blowjob is just sometimes a blowjob...and not to read too much into it.  And that even shitty people can still have some talents. 

What about tomorrow, still going to Mass?  Probably not, I'm going to probably still be drunk.  And if I remember correctly, no one likes drunk, stinky people at church.  And you know I don't believe, but sometimes I do like the idea and the ceremony.  Maybe I'll make it later in the week. We'll just open presents and then sit there, I'm guessing....in different rooms, of course.

Coming over on New Year's?  Yeah.  Can I get drunk and just sleep over?  Yeah, you can even take naps if you want.  Thanks.  You're a good friend.