James’ Poor Brain

I’ve started my annual Christmas shopping (or, as I call it, ‘Semi- Voluntary Financial Suicide’) and, if you remember, I do not always enjoy it. However, due to my current Rant Amnesty, I will try and put a good spin on it.

- I’ve done four people already, including my sister (second hardest person to shop for in the known universe) and Abbi (hardest person to shop for in the known Universe).

- I’ve actually started with a decent amount of money, which means I can buy expensive enough presents to make the person I’ve bought for feel bad for getting me something rubbish (note for people who take this shit seriously: I’m joking).

- No-one attempted to polish my fingernails.

- Starbucks was not that packed. Although this was pleasing at first, the shock of the smallness of the queue has since made me re-consider everything I thought I knew about Starbucks, Retail, People, God and the Universe.

- Uhhhhh…

- The time spent during the journey to and from town allows me to reflect on how awful my idea of not ranting for two months was. Expect few updates.

Since the concept of criticism is alien to a lot of people, and with it being Christmas soon (season of goodwill and whatnot), I’ve decided that I am not going to post a single negative post from now until Christmas Day.

Besides having the benfit of not receiving poorly thought out anonymous comments, it means come Boxing Day I’ll have a whole 55 days worth of bullshit that I can vent in the form of thick and fast updates, which have been a bit scarce recently.

Ever been curious as to what I sound like when I’m not angry at something? Watch this space.