some children's television is so fucking mindnumbing that I simply cannot believe that some adult actually approved of its creation. It's no wonder we're a nation of idiots.
I say this on a very white Christmas eve-the little r is sick on the couch alternately coughing and barfing and sleeping. I am puttering and trying to mentally check everything off the list as I go in preparation for my favourite Christmas moment-the moment when it's too late and I can officially say to myslef-"it's too late to give a fuck now". And I open a bottle of wine, wrap some gifts and watch Love Actually for that very lovely and sad moment when Emma Thompson's character opens her presents expecting beautiful jewellery and gets a cd instead. That is my mood as I end off the pre-Christmas extravaganza-wistful, sad and brave.
I hope if you're reading, you have a very peaceful day.
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That scene killed me.
I felt that way as ell on xmas eve. But I made myself enjoy the day after. and it was great.
I seem to feel that too. Like I tell myself "be brave" cuz I'm afraid of what might happen if I don't psych myself up.
I love that movie. I bought it for myself this Christmas.
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