I leave for one evening and one morning and the SWAT dogs are out and the FBI search and rescue team is deployed??
Folks! I'm a bigger diva than Carlotta! --- Read: If I'm feeling unloved and ditch this place because of it (god forbid!), you'll know. Really. Honest truth is last night when I was online, I was getting ready for a Christmas dessert party with the family and we had to leave abruptly so I didn't get a chance to say bye to you guys! Nothing more exciting than that, unfortunately. I am feeling some much-needed love though, so thank you!
On the other hand, things were going swimmingly with the out of towners (incl my crazy Greek uncle) until this afternoon, when my seemingly mousy 12yo boy cousin called me ugly and fat, even after I spoiled him rotten for Christmas. And my parents weren't supportive of me ("Ignore him!" "You call me fat too!" "And you don't see that ruining my psyche!" "Why would it? I'M the one being called fat!!" "Do you want me to kick you out of the car?"). So I'm scraping for any excuse to ditch Christmas dinner. Screw these F*CKers. I HATE the holidays.
"It's not always about you!!!" (But if you think I'm referring to you anyway, then I probably am.)
"Good luck returning my ass!" - Wilhemina Slater
"This is my breakfast, lunch and f***ing dinner right here. I'm not even f***in' joking." - Colin Farrell