It's friggin' Christmastime again, and despite not having a business open yet and the astronomical prices of food this year, the Perkins are keeping in style with their name. All but sweet-as-acid Tallulah, that is.
Dad got a tree, which promply shed it's stupid pine needles all over the fuckin' place and they keep getting stuck in my stockings. My older brother the twat made eggnog that made mum barf o'rama for twelve hours last night. Dad keeps joking about how he's going to make the turkey dance before he cooks it (the things undertakers do to dead bodies...) and I already looked at all my presents so there's no surprises there. And this house is fuckin' creepy. I think it has a spider infestation or something. And I keep waking up with someone whispering down my goddamn earhole.
But I did swipe a totally fuckin' awesome MP3 player on Christmas Eve Eve as there were too many shoppers for sweet little me to be noticed. It's Fuck Me Red and I love it.
If you don't like it 1) Too damn bad and 2) What the fuck is wrong with you?!