December 25th, 2008


I've definitely inherited the crazy gene from this side of the family

Family dinner later today. I'm not looking forward to it. There will be the inevitable "Do you have a boyfriend yet?"-questioning, and my aunt will continue her latest tradition of telling me I look like Amy Winehouse. WHAT? NO I DON'T. SRSLY. AND IN WHAT UNIVERSE IS THAT A COMPLIMENT?

I've taken to answering the BF-questions with "No. Nobody wants me.", but they just think that's insanely funny. I... WHAT?

And then my grandmother, who can barely see anymore, will tell me I've a fat ass. YOU CAN'T EVEN SEE MY ASS. IT MIGHT NOT BE FAT ANYMORE. OKAY IT IS, BUT THAT'S NOT THE POINT. SHUT UP.

You see why I like being home alone?