I have a whole thing about Christmas. Basically, it makes me tense. Christmas decorations make me tense. Christmas songs make me tense. Buying gifts makes me tense. Receiving gifts makes me tense. Whole fucking thing makes. me. tense. Now, admittedly, I have a problem with being tense in general. But that does not excuse the commercial demons from making my ass tenser.
Point in case:
How can that shit not make you tense? Franlky, it makes me want to dig a hole in my own head with an immersion blender. Like this:
From my youngest days, I have been described as an opinionated, bossy and bitchy woman. For years, I have struggled against these labels, but the internets have set me free.
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