You'll be doing alright with your Christmas of white.. but I'll have a blue..
Baaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
fucking humbug?
I'm Alyssa Marie.
The seventeen year old wine fiend at the end of the table adjacent to the family consuming their well prepared christmas meal.
I have the cyncism of a thirteen year old, the sex appeal of a thumb tack, and the concious mind of a heart surgeon.
Why the holidays make me this way this year? I will never know.
PMS is a potential attribute and most things from there really only fuel the fire.
At the moment I hate lovers.
I hate people who have them and I hate people who can find them.
Hate is strong, I just resent the whole concept and I feel as though I would take great pleasure in burning you in an easy bake oven a child would be recieving in two more sleeps if you as so much even think about rubbing your romantic happiness in my face.
TODAY, is not the day.
I want to vomit everywhere.