oh yess, the rows beginnnn.
well, the rows began ages ago; it wouldn’t be christmas without the joy of rows, but now it’s directed at me and it’s bloody annoying. fuck a duck at christmas time.
They tell me i'm crazy but you told me i'm golden.
Dec26
i’m sure we’ll grow, but we’ll never bloom again.
alcohol not helping matters.
oh godd…why do i get blessed with the family from hell??!
they’re all bloody mental. i’m convinced my mum’s going to slaughter the whole lot of them, including those not present. i may kill myself first. hello to the joyous combination of wine, cider and bucks fizz. ughhhhh.
Dec25
thank god that’s over.
roll on boxing day and we’ll do it all again with two new faces. ugh.
my head hurts, and my arm hurts, but i have some very nice presents including the funky polaroid printer and endless dvds and the jumper (lavvvv itttt) so i will shut up with my bratty whinging, be grateful for my lot, say a quick bon anniversaire to baby jesus and call it a day. phoof.
it”s CHRISTMASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS
Dec24
IT’S CHRISTMAS IN ONE MINUTE
twas the night before christmas
and all through the house
not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
now we’re here in pieces, i think i should take the blame.
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