Christmas and Whatnot

Well it's the 23rd. My shopping is done, nothing is wrapped and I'm at my grandmother's house for the next three days. My skin is broken out, my period is due and I've made a conscious decision to eat anything within in arms reach. My family is in disarray, the times are volatile, I'm waiting on my new debit card (Thanks, Target), the kitchen is too far, I don't feel like I spent enough on my mom. I woke up with a headache, my laundry is almost done, I don't fit in any pants that have a button. I'm sleeping on an air mattress that deflates just enough to be annoying everyday. The only thing that's on TV right now is a shitty episode of Saved by the Bell. The only coffee in this house is the three day old coffee my grandma reheats in the morning. I could really use a shower, I could really use a nap, I could really use a better diet and maybe some exercise. The gent is with a new woman, my computer needs more memory, Obamacare. Coconut oil, ski hats, snow is coming. Good moisturizer, bad hair color, giant sweatpants, grateful for gifts. Secretly hating some gifts. Manners, politeness, white lies, getting hammered to repress your hatred for some of your family.


Have a good Christmas, fuckers.