Or I could take the cowardly way out
Okay, that's it, I'm going to start to look for Very Important Things that I could whip up to keep me away from the annual Christmas dinner, if it is indeed hosted at Aunt Coulter's house again.
Srsly, fu fu fu fu fu, I hate it, I hate her, I hate how I get along so very swell with my wee cousins, my uncles, and their wives, but that my aunts all go to the same crazy church together and have the same crazy opinion about My Kind.
Suicides are supposingly the highest in February, but I wonder if it spikes around Christmas too when it forces us to face down the people who sour the Christmas cheer while juggling condensed workload and shopping - not that I would ever do it now, especially since I KNOW Aunt Coulter would disrespect my expressed wish NOT to have a church service. Srsly though, good luck everyone!
...and the thing is, I think we used to get along, like, before I was old enough to realise how fucked up some stuff are.
Srsly, fu fu fu fu fu, I hate it, I hate her, I hate how I get along so very swell with my wee cousins, my uncles, and their wives, but that my aunts all go to the same crazy church together and have the same crazy opinion about My Kind.
Suicides are supposingly the highest in February, but I wonder if it spikes around Christmas too when it forces us to face down the people who sour the Christmas cheer while juggling condensed workload and shopping - not that I would ever do it now, especially since I KNOW Aunt Coulter would disrespect my expressed wish NOT to have a church service. Srsly though, good luck everyone!
...and the thing is, I think we used to get along, like, before I was old enough to realise how fucked up some stuff are.