Three things I do not like about Christmas:
1. Polar Bear fur on your cuffs? Like, Santa, that's so 1983 it's not even funny. Get with the PROGRAM, bro!
2. The inevitability of my aunt: CuntFacedShitShapedSpunkBrained Bitch.
3. Angry, sweaty, grit teeth, frazzle haired, short fused: Customers. In my fucking face every fucking day. "I don't know what I want, but uhhh, I know it's green. Can you help me? No? What, are you some kind of fucking retard, huh? Lady? YOU MUST HELP ME. Please. I HAVE A GUN. That's right. Green. I WILL KILL YOU. GET ME THE ITEM."
xoxox nora
PS oh yes, and
4. Little Baby Jesus, and all that he has spawned.
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