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"Everybody knows, it's hard to be alone at this time of yeeeeaaaarrrrrr..."
David Essex you talk shite. Right OK, yes, I did spend Xmas day in my flat on my own but don't be feeling sorry for me kids, it was fucking ace. No psychotic family, no screaming nieces and nephews, no arguing over what telly to watch, no compromise on the veg for the chrimble dinner, nobody arguing "quietly" in the kitchen while I'm geeking out at Dr. Who.
Awesome. :)
I spent the whole day playing games, drinking whisky, watching the telly when it was good, text flirting with a few people and text commiserating with those who were stuck with family. (actual text recv'd: "I fucking hate xmas, I fucking hate my family, I can't fucking wait for boxing day.") I even got Christmas presents! OK, naughty photos might not rate as xmas presents in ur mind but they're a helluva lot better than a cardie in my eyes and I appreciated the thought, I really did...
AND I done my own Xmas dinner and everything, not as good as me mum's but pretty damn good all the same.
I have a horrible suspicion I might spend the next few years making up excuses for not spending xmas with people then lock myself in my place with a bottle of whisky. I'm not very good at pretending I like people who piss me off, even worse at keeping my mouth shut. Nooo, it's for the best.
Now the best bit of the holiday season is upon us, NEW YEARS! Yeah baby yeah! I love new years, it's gonna be great. I'm going down to Milford so I can drop off the presents for the kids and pick up whatever crap they've convinced themselves I'll like from them. Then it's off to the pub with the old friends and the old flames to get drunk and kiss every girl in the pub when midnight strikes. Some traditions rock. :)
Happy new year to to you all.
David Essex you talk shite. Right OK, yes, I did spend Xmas day in my flat on my own but don't be feeling sorry for me kids, it was fucking ace. No psychotic family, no screaming nieces and nephews, no arguing over what telly to watch, no compromise on the veg for the chrimble dinner, nobody arguing "quietly" in the kitchen while I'm geeking out at Dr. Who.
Awesome. :)
I spent the whole day playing games, drinking whisky, watching the telly when it was good, text flirting with a few people and text commiserating with those who were stuck with family. (actual text recv'd: "I fucking hate xmas, I fucking hate my family, I can't fucking wait for boxing day.") I even got Christmas presents! OK, naughty photos might not rate as xmas presents in ur mind but they're a helluva lot better than a cardie in my eyes and I appreciated the thought, I really did...
AND I done my own Xmas dinner and everything, not as good as me mum's but pretty damn good all the same.
I have a horrible suspicion I might spend the next few years making up excuses for not spending xmas with people then lock myself in my place with a bottle of whisky. I'm not very good at pretending I like people who piss me off, even worse at keeping my mouth shut. Nooo, it's for the best.
Now the best bit of the holiday season is upon us, NEW YEARS! Yeah baby yeah! I love new years, it's gonna be great. I'm going down to Milford so I can drop off the presents for the kids and pick up whatever crap they've convinced themselves I'll like from them. Then it's off to the pub with the old friends and the old flames to get drunk and kiss every girl in the pub when midnight strikes. Some traditions rock. :)
Happy new year to to you all.