December 2011
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I hate how instead of asking “How was your Christmas?” people are all like “What’d you get!?” like really, are you 7 years old? Who gives a shit? Now I feel like I have to ask you what you got when I don’t give a fuck. I’m more interested in hearing about how drunk your uncle was, not your fuckin’ gifts.
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I will never understand the infatuation there is about celebrating Christmas. I’m so happy I worked today and I’m stoked I work tomorrow. You don’t need a holiday to show your loved ones you love them or cuddle up and drink hot chocolate and wear ugly Christmas sweaters and shit. You can do that when ever the fuck you want. Who’s going to stop you? I don’t know, just...