Blah. The highlight of my Christmas Day (why the capital letters?) was watching chicken run. How sad. Well, not sad, exactly, because it was through choice. I thought I’d let my mum and stepfather have a day to themselves since my ‘orrible lickle sister (bless ‘er) was at her in-laws. So my dad came round, which was nice, cos I’ve not seen anything of him at christmas the last few years.

Considering wearing my orange suit out on New Year’s Eve…which is kind of groovy because i wasnt actually going to go out. (work next day, bleh) Need to take more pictures with my camera before I get photos, too.

Cue lots of pictures of my place, and the beach.

wibbley wibbley.