I've got nothing to offer in the sappy , Taylor Swift-ish ballad department (as everyone else seems to be all gooey and shit) , but the holidays are brill. Heaps of upbeat 80's caper worthy anthems and excerpts of anything Maya Angelou related that maintained a permanent residence in the back of my head. That and remedial get togethers with the girlfriends. Traditionally , its pizza over The Hangover 2 (WATCH IT WATCH IT!!!) in snugly jammys battling yawns and guffaws turned a few notches high at the hilarious bits. And then theres periodic lunches , nutritious delicacies/tea(can you say obsessed?) + cosy chats on life and it's diabolical ways of altering your senses, not to mention going batshit nuts on different hues at the Chanel counter. Since i havent got an adequate amount of gloom within me to further this post with a misanthropic rant on the drawbacks of life (for now) im going to end this post.
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