This time on Christmas Eve, I was grumbling about Christmas being a paean to capitalism and how little I loved that.
This time on Christmas Eve, I was sharing head-shaking, eye-rolling confusion with one of my old friends about a mutual pal who's done that annoying girl thing of ditching all her female friends the second she got a serious boyfriend.
This time on Christmas Eve, when asked, I said that all I wanted for Christmas was my PhD.
But no more.
I have embraced the consumerist ethic, condensed into small, shiny objects nobody really needs. I have become, I fear, that girl who relegates friends and family to Plan B once the new love raises its head. And what I have now means so much more to me than a PhD ever could.
In short: I don't need you any more, world. I have an iPod Touch now.
It was nice knowing you... ;-)