Santa was here..
It's hard to believe that this is my fifth Christmas on Livejournal. FIVE YEARS, really?
Not much to say that hasn't already been covered in my previous four Christmas blogs. Ate barbequed prawns, ate turkey, ate pavlova, ate fruitcake, ate short bread, ate bacon - but I don't think that was part of Christmas lunch, pretty sure I just found some and ate it..
BLAINE WEARING BADLY PHOTOSHOPPED CHRISTMAS HAT IS APPROPRIATE. LOOK AT THOSE MAGIC EYEBROWS.
My boy came over for Christmas lunch, which made me inexplicitly happy. I think he was the happiest because he got a free feed + Good Vibration tickets and not cufflinks or some other fashion-y thing because apparently I'm always trying to make him over. He's pretty much as excited about Christmas as I am about motorcross racing. Which is not a lot, incase I actually had to clarify that. But I am determined to spend the whole year converting him so that come next Christmas, he'll be dancing around the room singing My Only Wish while flinging tinsel around like some sort of glorified gay elf.
I have 30 more minutes before Christmas is officially over. Sad, but it's been good this year. That, and these Christmas carols are beginning to make me want to grate my ears off. Although I'm sure I'll be pining for them once the clock hits 12 and I have to put them away for another year. Leaving all you lovelies with this video of me rambling. Watch me say the word pretty 100 times, call Julia Julie and try to figure out how to say the word philosopher. Merry Christmas!
Not much to say that hasn't already been covered in my previous four Christmas blogs. Ate barbequed prawns, ate turkey, ate pavlova, ate fruitcake, ate short bread, ate bacon - but I don't think that was part of Christmas lunch, pretty sure I just found some and ate it..
BLAINE WEARING BADLY PHOTOSHOPPED CHRISTMAS HAT IS APPROPRIATE. LOOK AT THOSE MAGIC EYEBROWS.
My boy came over for Christmas lunch, which made me inexplicitly happy. I think he was the happiest because he got a free feed + Good Vibration tickets and not cufflinks or some other fashion-y thing because apparently I'm always trying to make him over. He's pretty much as excited about Christmas as I am about motorcross racing. Which is not a lot, incase I actually had to clarify that. But I am determined to spend the whole year converting him so that come next Christmas, he'll be dancing around the room singing My Only Wish while flinging tinsel around like some sort of glorified gay elf.
I have 30 more minutes before Christmas is officially over. Sad, but it's been good this year. That, and these Christmas carols are beginning to make me want to grate my ears off. Although I'm sure I'll be pining for them once the clock hits 12 and I have to put them away for another year. Leaving all you lovelies with this video of me rambling. Watch me say the word pretty 100 times, call Julia Julie and try to figure out how to say the word philosopher. Merry Christmas!
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