Don't be fooled by the size of my head. I'm still, I'm still Erin from the 'Stead.
Back again, Americ-ugh! I really wish I could get excited about the holiday season. I wish I still believed in Santa Claus. I'm serious, I think that has a lot to do with my unhappiness. Anything was possible when he existed but when I found out about him it was like a cold bitch-slap across the face that said, "Nope! This is it, douche bag!" Gah, whatever. There's more I could say about it but everyone knows how I get when I start talking about Santa.
I would really like to go to a nice holiday party with a date. We don't even have to like each other, I'm just so sick of couples things. I want to wear my Brunos and I want to drink nice wine and I want to be kissed at midnight on New Year's Eve. I don't even know why I hope for these things when I'm 1000% sure they won't happen.
Oh, and I want a puppy for Christmas. Spread the word.
I would really like to go to a nice holiday party with a date. We don't even have to like each other, I'm just so sick of couples things. I want to wear my Brunos and I want to drink nice wine and I want to be kissed at midnight on New Year's Eve. I don't even know why I hope for these things when I'm 1000% sure they won't happen.
Oh, and I want a puppy for Christmas. Spread the word.