Mr. Freeze

Damn it, is it mother effin' Christmas yet?! I'm so over the "holidays." I hate how everyone gets gift-obsessed and doesn't even bother to think about the man whose birthday we're celebrating. And I can say that because I'm the biggest hypocrite alive.

James' grandmother randomely barged into my room couple of days ago and freaked me out. It's fortunate that I had some clothes on, because I usually prance around my room in my skivvies when I'm alone.

My electronic blanket thingy keeps getting turned off in the middle of the night due to the plug, uh, unplugging. So I woke up today frozen again. Prime suspect: James' grandmother.



we are accidents waiting, waiting to happen

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