I have a follower. I'm touched.
Christmas has been and gone and so has my last shift at work of 2009. It was a little bit terrible, was offered sex by an older man, which I had to respectfully turn down, on the grounds that I'm straight. Christmas itself was also Not That Great, for the following reasons:
The family's all split up nicely what with a feud between my mum and aunt which leads to them not being able to coexist in the same room. The same is the case with my aunt and uncle. It was also the first Christmas ever without my Grandad so that managed to loom over us. We went to my Dad's house for it and he cooked a great lunch, which was steak and vegetables. Fuck you, tradition. It was absolutely delicious.
There was a great deal of awkwardness between my Mum's husband and my Dad and no presents besides lots of chocolate being handed around, which probably made it all a lot more bearable.
When Doctor Who finished Xmas was basically over, so we came home and I spent the rest of the day in bed gorging myself on chocolate and watching episodes of Dexter, which I've become utterly obsessed with, even if the third series is a pile of shit so far.
I have a wee choice for NYE, I can either go to a crappy club with one person I know, spend it with Liz's friends in London or go to Lichfield with Liz and Ellie. I am unsure which option to pick.
Anyway, I don't have much more to say at all really, so I'll leave you with Johnny Cash – 25 Minutes To Go - Live,
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That Johnny Cash song was chilling. His songs are so good though.
ReplyDeleteI hope having a "broken home" hasn't got to you too much. I find having a wreck of a family liberating in some ways. X
Anything from the album Live at Folsom is absolutely brilliant.
ReplyDeleteNah, I don't think it has really. I prefer it to living in a nuclear family anyway, I think it puts me more in touch with reality and human relationships, which are never that perfect. The other day a mate told me he had been sitting opposite a nuclear family on the tube, who were all engrossed in their own paperbacks. Sitting in a row, not communicating with each other at all. It just sounded creepy.