All I want for Christmas is a video montage of Katniss Everdeen being awesome throughout The Hunger Games and Catching Fire set to Against Me!’s Walking is Still Honest.
Gale is not allowed to be in any of it except for the “Dear shithead, this isn’t happening” part.
I mean, come on. Look at the song. Look at the books/the movies out so far. “My legacy was making you a man.” Doesn’t that sound like a certain baker’s son?
Purchase humidifier/Vicks vaporizer (preferably the second so we can put lavender oil in it) so that I do not have to smother my person with a pillow because of his sinus related snoring and the amount of sleep it is costing me.
I love Rob a lot but I do not think I will be responsible for my actions any longer if I do not get more than four and a half hours of sleep tonight.
In showing Rob my Christmas list earlier: “Yeah, it is mostly just things that will help me to pretend that I feel less unattractive than I have been feeling lately.”
I am so stressed out about Christmas and going home. This should actually be like the single least stressful thing ever. And it isn’t and that’s upsetting.
I have been so stressed out all year. I have just constantly been on edge all year. At this point, there is not a single thing that sounds more appealing than getting behind the wheel of a car and driving the 226 miles with a stack of mix cds and a fast food pit stop in Danville only this time I have choices other than just Burger King because I’m not a vegetarian anymore.
The last time I made the drive was when Rosy and I went to Bloomington before my grandma moved away and then moved back. This time I’ll have Rob.
The last time I made this trip Rupert sat in Rosy’s lap the entire way. This time, he’s gone and I still can’t shake the feeling that I made a huge mistake at the ER vet even though my gut and the x-rays both said that he was doomed.
I miss my dog.
I know I’m going to forgot once we hit city limits and I’ll start trying to go straight to my grandma’s old house.
I miss that house.
When there are Thanksgiving leftovers.