I can actually feel myself getting fatter by the second.
People won’t stop giving me cookies and chocolates as “gifts”.
I’m depressed.
I’m angry.
I’m overwhelmed.
I hate everyone.
It’s Christmas, people.
I can actually feel myself getting fatter by the second.
People won’t stop giving me cookies and chocolates as “gifts”.
I’m depressed.
I’m angry.
I’m overwhelmed.
I hate everyone.
It’s Christmas, people.
Breathe honey, it will all be over soon. Two more weeks then we detox.
I think that you need to submit your Christmas wish list early to all possible “Secret Santa’s”–to the tune of Mariah Carey’s “All I want for Christmas is you”…
I don’t want a lot for Christmas
There’s just one thing I need
I don’t care about the cookies
Candy doesn’t excite me
I just want to be alone
With a full martini all my own
Make my wish come true
All I want for Christmas is…
Booze!