Lack of Seasons

I love how I opened this window about ten or twenty minutes ago and then kept getting sidetracked and wasn't able to begin writing my daily nonsense. It's 61 and sunny here while everybody that I know is snowed in and shit today. I'm glad the seasons don't change here when I can't celebrate Christmas. It used to be a big thing when I was young because kids are always supposed to get that but when I moved out with my father that all came to a halt. When I was 12 we started making it a tradition to spend Christmas at the laundromat because there would be absolutely nobody there that day except for us. One year when I was 13 I got a candy cane full of assorted sports cards from Walmart for ten dollars for Christmas and he went into full on martyr mode about how he bought me something and he got nothing. One year he bought me a bunch of NASCAR stuff of drivers like Jeff Gordon because it was basically for his collection that he called ours. Two years I got a few albums out of him which was nice but I always bought him shit in return. The only big Christmas we ever had was the year Patricia lived here and I bought him his shotgun and I got my guitar. Last year he bought me a video game and then spent six months asking me how I liked it everyday that I played it so that I wouldn't forget. I bought him his radar detector and a shirt but he still forgets about those things. This year I'm not buying shit because I'd rather burn my money than give it to an ungrateful fuck. He bought his recliners as my Christmas present just as his TV was my birthday present. I've resigned myself to the fact that he is so selfish that it pains me to be around him. I just want to sleep the next week of Christmas commercials and celebrations away.