It is morning. No crap, right?
I am sleepy. As I said yesterday, my mom dragged me to church (kicking and screaming, I might add) to tea. It was a bunch of old ladies and having to act "proper". Made me want to be sick. I told my Grandma that next year I am dressing like a guy and serving rather than having to attend that horrible... Idk what to call it, but 'hell' would most likely be in the name.
I don't mind Christmas eve service, that is fine, but this crap is not needed. -.-
I should have fought and stayed home. There is a time when being 'nice' is just wrong.
Then again, the look on my cousins face was priceless, being that we thought about trying to slit our wrists with tiny spoons. They wouldn't give us knives. Doesn't that say something right there?
Luckily, my kitteh was there when I got home. Very hungry meowing in the back door window. Too adorable.
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