Deck the halls with fuzzy gerbils, fa la la la la, la la la la.

[chibirhm]

HAPPY HOLIDAYS! I AM A HO-HO-HORRIBLE MOTHER.

I should, for legal reasons, state that no gerbils were forced to endure actual Santa hats, I just Photoshopped them on because I like to pretend I'm funny. Also, because I'm home alone and mildly bored - my family went to a friends' house for Christmas Eve, but I had just gotten up from a nap and needed to shower and didn't feel like rushing and didn't feel like being out two nights in a row with lots of loud people and too much food, so I stayed home. Which I'm sure in the long run I'll like the outcome of more, but in the short-term I am super bored.

Anways, good Yuletide wishes upon all ye who celebrate such things, and if you either a) don't or b) are hiding from people and skulking around the internet, so am I! We should chat.

Yeah, that's really all I've got to say.

Comments

[eldritchowl.livejournal.com]

ahhh adorableness.

(ahh creeping on your top 5 comfort food post-- was it annie's? because that is the best. obviously.)

i-iiii am being hermity because out of nowhere my old (like, from the depths of childhood) friend-by-parental-association came over with her parents and we were pushed off together to ~chat and it's cripplingly awkward and i don't think we ever actually had anything in common and i'm pretty sure she's a homophobe and i am pretending to be in the bathroom right now jfda;lslafjlasfafsda

someday i will be a very hermity recluse. or catlady. except i am allergic to cats? D:

[chibirhm.livejournal.com]

OH I KNOW THAT FEELING SO WELL. Awkward story time! I was once dragged along post some-Jewish-holiday-I-forget to the same situation, only this time the girl in question had her boyfriend over and they'd clearly been up to ~something~ in her bedroom, and they were the crowd that hung out by my locker snickering and were heavy into drugs (like, not just pot - everyone in my high school did pot, they were into the hardcore stuff) and wore all black and blocked my way to my locker by making out and I would be like AHEM and they'd keep sticking their tongues down each other's throats. And so we sat there making super awkward conversation and I was like "um, sorry to stare, but I think you have some dirt on your neck" (because that's what it looked like! Don't make fun of me!) And she was all "THANKS FOR NOTICING MY HICKEY, I'LL GO PUT CONCEALER ON SO MY PARENTS DON'T NOTICE" and I was like "ummmmm" while she ran off to the bathroom and her boyfriend sat up (oh, yeah, they'd been lying down totally all over each other the entire time. EXTRA AWKWARD) and was like "YOU'RE COOL, YOU KNOW" and I was like "...thanks?"

AWKWARD FUN TIMES, THANKS PARENTS.

BE A DOG LADY. THAT IS MY PLAN!

[eldritchowl.livejournal.com]

that story. oh man. (ahah oh hickeys. in like ninth grade or something i was babysitting this awful kid that bit and somehow he latched onto my neck at some point and i came to school with this huge thing on my neck because it never occurred to me what it would look like. iiiiiit occurred to everybody else. my trauma, let me show you it.)


ohhhh god. i don't understand how throwing kids/teenagers together and assuming they'll get along because they are the same age is ever a logical assumption.