  tear off your own head i am exhausted. i don't know if it's the exercise, the strain of holidays in general, or the fact that this morning was the second time i slept in a bed with my little sister and she woke me up by crawling over me to hit the snooze button, but i am fucking tired.
and i don't really know why i sat down to write other than out of habit. so i will keep this brief. i got all the cds i had asked for for christmas (that is NOT the only reason it was a better christmas than usual), plus i burned cursive, the streets and justin timberlake (mwah ha ha ha ha ha) from aforementioned sister.
it is the most musically rich christmas i have ever had. i think...just the fact that i got a chance to do things with my family rather than run away after a weekend and have everyone be all tense because i'm leaving made it better. i am also recovering from an insane amount of mexican food consumed with my family earlier today. and my fish are not dead; i had feared they would be dead after leaving them without food since tuesday.
the important thing is that i am home. and reflecting on the fact that everyone made it through another year. as fucked up as we are as a family, i had an unabashed good time. and i sort of miss them now. i'm finna go pass out now. soundtrack: elvis costello, when i was cruel (out.
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