Kiss me again, but don't let me see your eyes! I forgive what you have done to me. I love my murderer--but yours! How can I?

I keep wanting to blog about things, but I always end up putting them off and then more things happen and I forget what I wanted to blather on about or I lose interest or blah blah whatever, who honestly gives a damn. I just wanted to say that I am so damn happy that Christmas is a just a leeeetle while away though I honestly felt like shooting the speakers at the Japanese restaurant I was at a few hours back. Now, I'm the biggest advocate for Christmas Carols if there ever was one but I belive in two things, Taste and Music That Doesn't Make Me Want To Burn My Eyes Out. It didn't help that I was dining with the grumpiest of individuals that every 5 seconds would repeat "I am going to fucking bash my head against that wall if they don't stop playing that fucking music" which was also interchangable with "I fucking hate people".
What happened to Christmas Cheer?
Anyhoo, did I say it didn't help that I was dining with the grumpiest of individuals? Because I lied. I meant it helped IMMENSELY. To QuoteUnquote Myself: "I am enjoying the music significantly more because it is evident that it causes you much more pain than it causes me"To which I received a very audible "Bitch."Which I am not by the way, it is of the common opinion that I am Generally A Nice Girl.
In your face grumpy individual.

So lets just say that many events have occurred as well as non-events, such as waking up IN THE EARLY MORNING to drive to the wholesale dealer to purchase six kg of Christmas Meat aka BEEEEEEF. OH BEEF I LOVE YOU. Christmas dinner is simpler this year because every year my family(excluding me) falls ill from excess of lamb, alcohol and horribly decadent christmas treats(YUM) So this year it'll just be BEEEEF PIES WINE BRIE(<3)> Yes like I was saying, we drove all the way to buy beef and I swear on pain of death that one hour car ride in the early morning gave me a sunburn on my right thigh because I was too sleepy to slather on sun protection.

Eh, I'm too lazy to account for the several weeks of non-blogging so lets just talk about this week shall we?Met Chey Ann and Izz. Lost my bellybutton ball stud. Genius. I don't know how to express how much I miss Chey sometimes. I LUV j00 MANY MANY. It took forever but we managed to fulfill our dreams of heading down the The Railway Station of Doom by ourselves, and can I just say, Biggest Mistake Ever? Two girls have no place in there, every single male looked like they were about to assault us then drag our maimed, dead bodies and leave them behind some bush on top of cat piss. Then we made like hippies and hung around houses that didn't belong to us and played with incense.

I CAN'T BE ARSED TO TYPE WHAT I'VE BEEN DOING, THERE ARE TOO MANY DAYS IN A WEEK.

I met up with my P6 classmates(yearly affair), went thrifting with Annabel and Steve, was forced to attend penitential whatchamacallit at church(where we sat down for approximately 3 minutes, before we left because a)I was sulking and being completely childish about the matter b)My mom was hungry c)My dad was just happy to go) where NO ONE in my family confessed to their sins so it was ultimately a huge waste of time "Daddy, I'm not going to confess my sins" "Yeah me too, for I have sinned too much" *Grim Look*went out somemore, received tenbillion blisters, went to a friend's house where we watched uh, anime under the covers, played with other people's dogs. The End. Typing is a pain. I know, how does one make blogging sound like such a chore?