It’s okay that I have to spend Christmas by myself.
Alone. In my apartment. Quarantined.
No gifts. No cheer. No feast.
But really. It’s fine.
And I’ll continue to ignore my hot next door neighbors. Three guys who make my knees weak.
Even though they invited me over for a holiday feast.
I mean, we’re supposed to be in quarantine, right?
Don’t I deserve a present or two or three? I think I do.
Merry f*cking Christmas