12.10.02
You know, the constant Christmas carols that have been playing on the radio since the monday before Thanksgiving really don't bother me.
Almost every single day, in the car and at work, I listen to at least 6 or 7 straight hours of holiday classics, and I'm cool with that.
What I can't stand
is my sister's daily piano maiming practicing of beloved and
time-honored Christmas standards.
If I hear another garbled rendition of Oh Come, All Ye Faithful, with Allie humming along, trying sound out the notes and figure out why a certain section sounds all fucked up, instead of just reading the damn music like she's supposed to, I'm going to go criminally insane.
Did I mention that the piano is directly outside of my bedroom door, which isn't so much a door as a large set of windows with hinges and some sort of doorknob?
That is so much more incredibly torturous than hearing Blue Christmas performed seventy times a day, by a variety of entertainers. At least 20 times more so, and I want to gouge out my ears every time I hear, "Uh-hulla-have-a-huh Buh-loo (Ooh-ooh-eee-ooh) Kah-rhist-uh-mas with-a-hout hugh..." so you know I really mean it.
What's in your head?