#327.
I guess this morning I woke up at like, eight feeling really out of it and depressed and ugly. But that's how I always feel before work. Yes, who the fuck opens a cafe on christmas day?!


Well yeah, after work, brother picked me up and we drove to dad's house together, as soon as we came in, dad was like, "MERRY CHRISTMAS! PRESENTS FOR EVERYBODY!" and that was really lovely, because reading all the facebook statuses those little white children posted up made me feel rather unloved. iPads for christmas?! Really?!
We had a bbq for two hours or so, ate until I died. And then dad brought out mine and my brother's presents and he was like, "You should know what you're getting!" But I didn't. The shape was kinda like a massive favourites box so I was thinking.. First bbq, now chocolates, oh you horrible horrible people. But then I ripped it apart and it was... (building suspense)... An electric ukelele! Which I now rather love to bits, too bad I suck too much and probably won't be able to learn anything.


So yeah, after the bbq, just went to bed and crashed. And then the lover signed in and wished me a very very very merry christmas and to stay safe and out of trouble whilst he was away. He also said he wouldn't have access to the net until at least the fourth of January next year. Oh I don't even know what I'm going to do.
But right now, I'm going to go throw on Phoenix and read Frankie in my room! Okay! Bye, have a very very brilliant, lovely, merry christmas, to anyone who reads this. Hope you are exactly where you want to be with the exact people you want to be with! (No, not me, but fuck it all! It's christmas!)



Ohh, that's pretty.
I also apologise for the dragging on nature of this post.

Hello, this is Tien. This blog is the remains of the unconventional cliches and angsty phrases of my teenage years. (Plus a new one every now and then)
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