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I. Hate. Christmas.
Dec. 24th, 2003 01:21 pmI hate Christmas.
I thought I was ready for it, the family togetherness and all that crap, but we had dinner at my grandmother's last night, and then went over to my uncle and his girlfriend's place, and, well...I'm not ready. Love my uncle; love his girlfriend. Am going to have to kill my grandparents.
Grandma corrected my posture at the dinner table.
It's gonna be a long couple days.
Oh, and I was right, by the way. Great-grandpa's ashes? On the fireplace.
I thought I was ready for it, the family togetherness and all that crap, but we had dinner at my grandmother's last night, and then went over to my uncle and his girlfriend's place, and, well...I'm not ready. Love my uncle; love his girlfriend. Am going to have to kill my grandparents.
Grandma corrected my posture at the dinner table.
It's gonna be a long couple days.
Oh, and I was right, by the way. Great-grandpa's ashes? On the fireplace.
