¬¬¬Love for fire¬¬¬
Well happy frickin Christmas.
After much shouting and drum kit breaking, the tree is up. I hate the tree; it's replaced my drum kit's space and it looks pathetic. And as per usual, there was too much shouting and bitching from the whole family, espeacially from "him" to me. And I'm supposed to spend Christmas Day with this lot?! Great. Well frickin bring it on then, I may as well get it over with.
Bah Humbug.
And the next little blonde slut who tries to talk to me about how her boyfriend is taking her out for Christmas and how goddamned happy she is will be burned to the ground. Yea, Frankie Lloyds, that means you.
After much shouting and drum kit breaking, the tree is up. I hate the tree; it's replaced my drum kit's space and it looks pathetic. And as per usual, there was too much shouting and bitching from the whole family, espeacially from "him" to me. And I'm supposed to spend Christmas Day with this lot?! Great. Well frickin bring it on then, I may as well get it over with.
Bah Humbug.
And the next little blonde slut who tries to talk to me about how her boyfriend is taking her out for Christmas and how goddamned happy she is will be burned to the ground. Yea, Frankie Lloyds, that means you.