this morning #925.

this morning, for once we all sat as a family, tried to enjoy each other’s company, crowded around a lit-up tree in my childhood home living room, bing crosby crooning, the sweet smell of cinnamon rolls wafting through the house. real picturesque shit. for me, it was the first year in a while where i’d put forth the effort & got gifts for everyone. for most adults, that task is no big deal. in my case though, i’d gained acclaim for piss poor gift-giving. in 2013, my parents were the only ones who got gifts. they stiffly thanked me for the grocery store checkout lane magazines. this year, i took people’s needs & wants into consideration, really hand-picked their gifts. if they don’t like them, i’ll be pretty pissed.