Kindle Notes & Highlights
Deck the halls with loads of bullshit, blah blah blah blah blah, the holidays could kiss my ass.
Jingle hell, jingle hell, jingle this day away. It’s not fun, and I am done with this freaking holiday.
Damn Christmas tree. Damn Christmas tree. You’re killing my allergies.
“What is wrong with me?” I sighed as I flopped down on the couch with a groan. “I’m acting like a freaking idiot.”
Then why didn’t his partner take him to and from work, or pick out a Christmas tree? My mind sure was an asshole and liked to ask questions I didn’t have answers to.
Jack Frost was nipping at my nose, …and he needed to stop.
Oh, how I wish Troy would be the cause of pain in my ass…dammit. Now was not the time to think about that. It was hard—erm, difficult—enough to drive to work on slick roads, and having a hard-on would not help matters any.
Fuck. My. Life. Without. Lube. Could these fucking holidays be over yet?
Friend? Is that what he considered me? A friend? I enjoyed his company, and he didn’t seem to despise mine. But still…
Santa, baby, slip tequila under the tree for me. I need to be a drunk boy. Santa, baby, hurry to the liquor store tonight.
It’s not lovely weather, but I do want to take a sleigh ride together, with Troy—and only Troy.
I saw you,
“Good. Because I care about you, too, and I’m very stingy, so I want all of you.”
It was my auburn-haired coworker who noticed my loneliness and decided to spread some Christmas cheer.
Something, something be forgot…I don’t know the lyrics to Auld Lang Syne, so happy fucking new year!

