Merry Fucking Christmas
Thank God I missed it. Can we give a great big fuck yeah to scroogey behaviour?
Friend's place fell through unless I want to meet her boyfriend and his kid. Yeah, his kid. I am not old enough to have friends who are dating single fathers. I mean, he was married and then divorced and in the interim he set about producing a smelly, obnoxious brat. Next thing I know I'll be 30, the crows feet will have set in and................. Fuck me dead, Merry Christmas!
Interesting new mooching opportunity: kind of friend with kind of infatuation with me will pay for tickets to some place in North QLD and put me up at a hotel because he kind of likes me. I'm kind of thinking of accepting but this would be a new low for me, even though I am notoriously cheap because a) while I like him, I'm not interested in you know and b) I tend to mooch of people who have mooched off me and only if it doesn't involve them going out of their way to let me mooch. Case in point: use of a beach house when no one else is there.
Still, even if I don't take it up, I'll be feeling quite chuffed knowing that I'm wanted. I've been feeling a bit like a fatty boom bah lately with all this holiday food and drink and, let's be honest, my tendency to overindulge when presented with even the flimsiest excuse for a celebration. In the past I've celebrated liberation days for countries I can't even pronouce, birthdays of third cousins once removed and local elections, amonst others. This must stop. My NY resolution is to quit celebrating.
Friend's place fell through unless I want to meet her boyfriend and his kid. Yeah, his kid. I am not old enough to have friends who are dating single fathers. I mean, he was married and then divorced and in the interim he set about producing a smelly, obnoxious brat. Next thing I know I'll be 30, the crows feet will have set in and................. Fuck me dead, Merry Christmas!
Interesting new mooching opportunity: kind of friend with kind of infatuation with me will pay for tickets to some place in North QLD and put me up at a hotel because he kind of likes me. I'm kind of thinking of accepting but this would be a new low for me, even though I am notoriously cheap because a) while I like him, I'm not interested in you know and b) I tend to mooch of people who have mooched off me and only if it doesn't involve them going out of their way to let me mooch. Case in point: use of a beach house when no one else is there.
Still, even if I don't take it up, I'll be feeling quite chuffed knowing that I'm wanted. I've been feeling a bit like a fatty boom bah lately with all this holiday food and drink and, let's be honest, my tendency to overindulge when presented with even the flimsiest excuse for a celebration. In the past I've celebrated liberation days for countries I can't even pronouce, birthdays of third cousins once removed and local elections, amonst others. This must stop. My NY resolution is to quit celebrating.
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