Homesick

I usually don't talk about this because I usually never am. But right now, I just wanna go home. And it makes it worse when your band of evildoers and evilwishers "friends" and "family" ask you if you're coming home for Christmas. (I use quotations because real friends and family wouldn't do this to me. My cousin also just sent me an email about how all of them got together at my other cousin's house for Thanksgiving and added "You missed it!" Granted she always tells me she misses me, but still. I'm fragile right now. Be kind, rewind.)

Let's play Jeopardy shall we? Number of times in the 3 Thanksgivings and Christmases that I've been here that I have been home.

Doom doom doom doom doom doom doooom doom doom doom doom DOOM da doo doo doo doo doom doom doom doom doom doom DOOOOM DOOM da doom doom BOMP! BOMP! BOMP! boom boom. *ching*

If you answered 0, you just won!!!!!! Face. It really pisses me off. I don't need reminders. And that's what that serves as. Isn't it more helpful to just say "AAAAAAAH HAHAHAHAHAHA!! YOU AIN'T GOIN HOME FOR CHRISTMAS AAAAAAND YO DADDY NEVER STAYS!! ALONE ON CHRISTMAS AGAIN BIATCH!!!"? I think so, too. My Stace is coming on Christmas afternoon, so that helps. But right now I'm still feeling a bit sad and missing my mommy. I'm feeling La, Eps, X and everyone else on the bah humbug tip. Thanks to all who have worked so diligently to crush my Christmas spirit.


*Listening to: "Christmas in Hollis" by Run DMC but thinking Natalie Cole's "No More Blue Christmases."