On the agenda:
+shower
+dress
+amass christmas presents
+use hot water to thaw my car door open
+wait a half an hour for car to melt ice on windshield because i lost my icescraper during the warmer months
+drive precariously an hour and a half south to my mother's house
+listen to the new handsome boy modeling school album white people the whole way there, on repeat
+make it there in one piece, preferably with my car still intact
+spend the rest of the day reading and getting ignored by my stepfather
+fall asleep around 2 am
+get woken up around 6 when my mom puts her dog on the bed to attack me
+groggily wander into the livingroom
+beg for coffee; refuse to open presents until coffee is in my hand
+open presents
+have monumentally embarassing pictures taken of me in which my hair is staging a revolt against gravity as a by product of sleep
+shower & dress
+spend rest of day being ignored by stepfather
+read; write
+get a guilt trip over dinner about how little I eat because my stomach has shrunk during my hospital stay
+set up the photo printer I got for mom for xmas
+shake my head wryly at my own folly as she prints out the scary, awful pictures she took of me earlier that morning
+miss my father acutely
+drink entire contents of bottle of wine
+get kidnapped by friend Wayne for hot tub use
+sing drunken christmas carols; possibly pass out
+shower
+dress
+amass christmas presents
+use hot water to thaw my car door open
+wait a half an hour for car to melt ice on windshield because i lost my icescraper during the warmer months
+drive precariously an hour and a half south to my mother's house
+listen to the new handsome boy modeling school album white people the whole way there, on repeat
+make it there in one piece, preferably with my car still intact
+spend the rest of the day reading and getting ignored by my stepfather
+fall asleep around 2 am
+get woken up around 6 when my mom puts her dog on the bed to attack me
+groggily wander into the livingroom
+beg for coffee; refuse to open presents until coffee is in my hand
+open presents
+have monumentally embarassing pictures taken of me in which my hair is staging a revolt against gravity as a by product of sleep
+shower & dress
+spend rest of day being ignored by stepfather
+read; write
+get a guilt trip over dinner about how little I eat because my stomach has shrunk during my hospital stay
+set up the photo printer I got for mom for xmas
+shake my head wryly at my own folly as she prints out the scary, awful pictures she took of me earlier that morning
+miss my father acutely
+drink entire contents of bottle of wine
+get kidnapped by friend Wayne for hot tub use
+sing drunken christmas carols; possibly pass out
...well that was the plan wasnt it?
anyway, er, hi! and maybe i'll catch you here online some time. greetings from britain!
merry xmas, and have it large!