given the pros and cons of cohabitation, i would have to assert that massive weight gain and a very contagious cough are probably the the worst things that could happen. amid the fun and laughter and chips and ice cream and blackjack and dvd sprees, comes the bulging tummy and eye bags and forgotten responsibilities, not forgetting the immense state of BANKRUPTCY.
these holidays have dragged on for so fucking long that i've actually begun to do random completely boring and wasteful things for the sake of passing time. going to zouk at any given opportunity, for one. despite the countless complaints ive heard getting thrown back and forth about how painfully boring it is, i somehow find myself at that godforsaken place on days when i really should be sitting at home knitting a sweater or something.
i mean, seriously.
even grandma activities seem more appealing and gratifying.