Great, I'm stuck writing about the holidays because everything else John gave us seems to suck. So yeah, is Christmas time again, Oh woppy. A time to get "involved" with the community, and spend with your loving "family." A time to give gifts to those that you don't know, and the freeloaders (all my cousins) that you haven't seen in 4 to 8 years because they were locked up. A time to see and help your ants and uncles because they have several baby moma issues. Christmas time has become a holiday of (what word can I use) uhm, "entertainment" and pure recklessness. A time where the family comes together and talk about all your issues and why you STILL don't have your diploma and why you STILL don't have a job, and why you STILL living with your moma. And they try, they try to help out, but they don't what they end up doing is making it worst.
*Advice, don't let anyone from your family help out, they'll just make it worst.
Oh and I haven't visited Rockefeller Center yet, but I plan to. Christmas time makes me ...
will blog about why later... gotto a go.
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