| Written by Diana, on 25-12-2000 23:00 |
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The holidays. So much to say. I'll sum it up in a few sentences: One drunken aunt from Texas and her hick husband who ends up carrying both her and their daughter to their car after the party. Three wild cousins and their significant others (one wife, one fiancé? and a boyfriend who is also our pool cleaner) all simultaneously arguing with each other, what a site. Four adults with too many gushy memories; they start to cry. That leaves a few odds and ends...and me. Me...and 18 crazy people.
But I guess that's like the pot calling the kettle black. They're crazy in the wild sense and I'm crazy...in the mental sense. That site I was criticizing yesterday for their quotes: I'd like to once again commend them for getting me through the evening. I couldn't have done it without them.
Holidays. Just another reason for families to get together. Actually, they're forced together, or apart as the case may be. Every holiday makes me want to see my family less and less. I wish I could put my foot down and say "I won't be coming this year." I'd love to do that next year because we're not celebrating at our house. I won't have my room to go hide in. I have to see my therapist tomorrow. What an adventure that will be. It's all going to be useless though, I can't explain it all to her and she won't understand if I don't. I'm planning on cutting tonight. Steak knife? I don't know what else to use. I don't have any razor blades left in my house. Bummer. I've never used anything else. Well, there's a first time for everything. Right?
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