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My Christmas was bipolar.
I had a fantastic time with my mom whilst playing some insane yet totally "epic sumo ninja matrix ping pong, armpit-catching style" with the fate of the world at stake.
Later I felt like crying cause she is atrocious at gifting, and maybe its ungrateful, but it makes me feel awful when she gives me something that is so not even close to anything I'd ever want. It's dumb and probably bratty as hell, but whatever. I'm over it.
And now I'm hiding at Melody's because mom's stupid husband, his horrible daughter, and his annoying sister have invaded the apartment. >/ I should be crocheting cause I need to give out gifties tomorrow, but I'm tired. Also I'm sick of cupcakes. ;-; WHY DO I HAVE TO MAKE TWO MORE?! So unfair.
Blah, I'm gonna stop complaining and go to bed. Want to wake up and take advantage of sales tomorrow.
I had a fantastic time with my mom whilst playing some insane yet totally "epic sumo ninja matrix ping pong, armpit-catching style" with the fate of the world at stake.
Later I felt like crying cause she is atrocious at gifting, and maybe its ungrateful, but it makes me feel awful when she gives me something that is so not even close to anything I'd ever want. It's dumb and probably bratty as hell, but whatever. I'm over it.
And now I'm hiding at Melody's because mom's stupid husband, his horrible daughter, and his annoying sister have invaded the apartment. >/ I should be crocheting cause I need to give out gifties tomorrow, but I'm tired. Also I'm sick of cupcakes. ;-; WHY DO I HAVE TO MAKE TWO MORE?! So unfair.
Blah, I'm gonna stop complaining and go to bed. Want to wake up and take advantage of sales tomorrow.