fuck...
the laundry
the cookies
the peanut butter balls
the wrapping
the shopping
the inlaws
the mounds of tape
the tiny little shreds of wrapping paper that are stewn through out the house, because they stuck to your ass while you were sitting on the floor wrapping
the trees that are only 1/2 lit
the ornaments that were batted off the tree by the cat, and broke
the full trashcans
the cranky/sick/cracked out on santa/ kiddos
the fucking people that steal the spot you were CLEARLY waiting for, in the Dunkin Donut's parking lot, preventing you from being able to order a caramel creme latte on a day that you really, seriously, NEED it
the fucking projects that require you to pull a colonial costume out of your fucking ASS for the damn history project that is...tomorrow
the cards that never got sent
the fuckers you forgot to buy gifts for
the crusty floors
the dusty bookcases
maids that wont pick up shit
BUT...remember that I love all of you, LMFFAO...
It's christmas DAMMIT: drreid-blockston@cavtel.net
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Wow...someone I don't know, that isn't trying to sell me something, read my blog! I feel all special...seriously...I'm not sure if that means I need to get out more, that I'm easily impressed, or that you were really drunk at the time, LOL...THANKS! Though, I'm not sure I'm an entirely glutten-free source to be obtaining inspiration from, LOL. Thanks for reading, and then, on top of that fabulousness, you took the time to leave a comment...gracias!
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