Holidays

So, merry Christmas and a happy new year to you. Personally, I hate all this 'you're such a nice person, I wish you a fine new year!' crap. People rarely mean that, it has become a sort of ritual that we have to endure once a year. So if that's true, you know that my first sentence holds no truth since I don't know who reads this blog and I see no reason why I should wish you a happy new year. "But what about peace for everyone?" My mailbox is freakin' swarming with mails from that damn ONE campaign (unsubscribing four times didn't seem to help), I've seen quite enough global peace crap now. Here in Belgium there's a campaign going on for the people in Pakistan who don't have a home for the winter. The campaign is based on 'kippesoep', which would be translated into chicken soup, I guess. I hate this kippesoepcrap, I absolutely do. It must be one of the things I've hated most in my life, I can't stand that word no longer. And they made this dreadful happy Christmas song out of if. You know, the kind of song where artists long forgotten have another moment of glory. It's a good thing that people want to help other people, but PLEASE don't use kippesoep to do it. I mean it. I'll kick you in the nuts if you do. Then we'll see how you like that.

In other news, tomorrow is Saturday. And my neck hurts. Like hell. I can move my head to the right a few centimeters and up and down a little bit, but turning to the left is just not doable. I don't know how it happened, but this morning I woke up with this pain in my neck. This afternoon my brother, enjoying himself very much at the pain I was having, decided to squeeze in my neck just for the fun of it. I nearly fainted. If only I could have, I would have kicked him in the nuts. My neck has been hurting even more since that, and it's irritating me obviously. But why should you care, you're not having neck problems after all. You're probably bitching about the amount of money you have spent on Christmas presents. Here's a word of advice for you: Buy. Cheap. Presents. They. Don't. Cost. Much. Or maybe not, maybe you're just happy with your life as it is and you want all the world to enjoy these Christmas times as much as you do. Well guess what, I don't enjoy them very much right now. And I would very much like to kick you. A lot. Yes, in there.

It would seem that I'm verry pissed off right now, but I'm actually not. It's not that I'm in some sort of weird happy-and-nothing-can-go-wrong-and-I-love-my-life-and-everybody-loves-eachother mood, but I feel good all the same. Except for the fact that my neck is hurting like a bitch. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to do something else that is utterly useless. As is your life, disposeable human. Merry Christmas and a happy new year.