All entries for Monday 19 December 2005
December 19, 2005
Except maybe a pair of nice thick socks. Oh and some heavy sedatives. This year christmas is going to be very speshul for the "family Brackenridge" you see. Not only will there be an entire 8 deays of enforced 'family time' but it will all take place in another country. In a storm-ridden coastal town. In a house with no central heating – so far the number of scarves in my packing outweigh the actual clothing.
There are weight restrictions on the flight, so the presents won't be coming with us; Ah yes, what a novel approach. And I don't even know if they roast turkeys over there either, although on second thought i wouldn't miss it that much. Turkeys are such hateful creatures, they taste dry and the leftovers last forever. And they look awful, I mean, whoever looked at one and said:
"yes that creature over there! One look in its beady little bottomless black eyes and its wretched face that looks like a shaved cat's arse with a beak stuck on tells me that this is the creature for me. I think my moment of festive celebration would not be complete without this at our table. Let us rejoice at this time of the birth of Jesus by ordering a mass cull of its species."
Maybe one harassed the Son Of God as a child and this is the karmic one-uppance it gets. I don't know.
If I could get one thing for christmas tho, socks would be it. We are supposedly all flooded annually by this seasonal influx of warming foorwear. Not me. I want my socks damnit, I'm 20, if now isn't the time to get socks then when is? Meh. Failing that a "Tea:AM" machine would be great. It not only wakes you up but makes the tea too, and it comes with 'his & hers' mugs. My only change would be 'mine & also mine' mugs ;) well, I'd hate to see it go to waste…
Oh and santa, If you've got the time, I would like the tasty eye-candy in the green shirt from the latest Lacoste advert. Giftwrapped (a strategically placed bow will suffice) and placed at the end of my bed. You can? Brilliant! Love you forever Kringle darling, you're a saint! Ahaha yes indeed you are, I astound myself with my own wit.
Big love to you all, and I'll leave you with this from the Pogues
Merry Christmas you arse!
I couldn't have put it better
Until I return for new year, have a cosy Christmas. :)