Countdown for Christmas folks. Only a few more days to go, hands up who’s already depressive. You want something to cheer you up? Sorry, not my alley!
Not the slightest idea how to get myself through it and stay sane. Although, I’ve heard lots of shopping works for most people. Doesn’t apply to me, cause I’m broke, as always.
But the real nightmare are the presents I get. How do they do it? The bastards actually manage to give me stuff that’s getting worse every year. No, I won’t be calling names. Not yet…
Yes, you might call me ungrateful, but anyone who dares to give me an other calendar or a cheap orange notebook with feint-ruled pages, enters the world of pain. That’s a promise!