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Of course you realize: this. means. WAR.
Got so-called Xmas truce email from He Who Must Not Be Named.
After feeling requisite nauseousness, have determined to not let him destroy my fucking holiday. I already have shitloads of nightmares and can't eat half the time (of course, the time of year when eating is best and I'm at home, FIGURES), but fuck him in the unfun way!
Okay here's my warplan:
-make cookies, cos it's holidaysey
-decorate Xmas bush
-watch happy Xmas movies
-be fucking little ray of sunshine
Take that, stupid motherfucker.
After feeling requisite nauseousness, have determined to not let him destroy my fucking holiday. I already have shitloads of nightmares and can't eat half the time (of course, the time of year when eating is best and I'm at home, FIGURES), but fuck him in the unfun way!
Okay here's my warplan:
-make cookies, cos it's holidaysey
-decorate Xmas bush
-watch happy Xmas movies
-be fucking little ray of sunshine
Take that, stupid motherfucker.