Kismet
This IS me.
90's movies are so putrid, they are in a warped way, good. No doubt it will grace our screens AGAIN this year over the next few weeks.Yes! It comes alive. Haha 90's movies are the best.
90's movies are so putrid, they are in a warped way, good. No doubt it will grace our screens AGAIN this year over the next few weeks.Yes! It comes alive. Haha 90's movies are the best.
You are such a suck up.
I'm so sorry Kismet. Please forgive me. I promise I will try not be a suck up in future.
I think you're wonderful and I want to please you.
Once again I am really really sorry for doing the wrong thing.
Hahahaha! My family is just like this. Extremely sentimental and loving, but also incessantly making fun of each other. My pop has told us one specific story about my aunt probably 50 times, and he never tires of embarrassing her. She came over to my grandparents house for the first proper date with my uncle, and to meet his family. My family are the type who will point out something embarrassing or make a huge deal out of nothing for the sake of teasing someone, and my aunt is the complete opposite. She gets embarrassed very easily and a red blush spreads all the way up her chest to her cheeks if something embarrassing happens even to someone else. My nan spread out her new white tablecloth with a cream doily thing and placed different meats and salads on top, with fresh bread rolls and butter on the table. When she arrived, the four of them sit awkwardly at the table, my pop trying to crack a few jokes and my nan trying to make my aunt feel comfortable. Stammering and already blushing, my aunt reaches across the table to pick up the beetroot container. Having never used such a contraption before, she grabbed the handle (which is unattached to the container) and tried to lift it over the meats. The whole container spills over, spewing purple beetroot juice and a whole tin of beetroot all over the salads, meat, rolls, fresh white tablecloth and my aunt's clothes. They sit there for a few seconds in silence, until my pop roars with laughter and says "CANDICE! YOU RUINED JOAN'S NEW WHITE TABLECLOTH!!!!" Apparently she apologised profusely as her face and neck turned the same colour as the beetroot stain in the new tablecloth. My pop couldn't stop laughing, but it was 6 months before my aunt even showed her face at my grandparents house again. It's now a bit of a tradition that my pop repeats that story during Christmas lunch. He always starts off by pointing to the tablecloth and saying "Candy.... Do you remember the time you ruined my wife's new white tablecloth?"Okay @alien8 !
Once we were grown and on our own, we had a tradition where we would all get together at Mom's and bake Christmas cookies on a day before Christmas sometime. It sounds like such a lovely tradition, doesn't it? HA! Not so much!!
We would throw flour, rag at each other, eat the frosting, make fun of each other's cookies, and the piece de resistance was when one of my sisters decided that this was the perfect venue to share how she had been just short of the town bike while in high school! Hahahaha!! I thought my Mother would swallow her tongue.
There were no more Christmas cookie baking days after that. *snort*
God I miss my family.
I loathe Christmas. It depresses me.
The only thing that me feels slightly better is going along to shopping malls or department stores where little kids are lining up to see Santa Claus, where I tell them all he's not real and their parents actually buy them the presents. Their tiny tears ease my pain.
Another favourite around this time of year is to go the supermarket and vigorously shake random bottles of soft drink. Just the thought of some family sitting down for a lovely Christmas dinner, only for their bottle of Coke to virtually explode all over the table brings me a great deal of sadistic pleasure.
Humbug.
Awe con. No one buys you any presents, do they?'Christmas' (the commercialised 'Hallmark' secular version of it anyway) is so fucking tacky and fake. I hate putting on a facade and feigning interest in people and things that 364/365 (taking leap years into account) I would normally give a damn about; it's soul destroying actually.
I love it!!! Bloody beetroot!Hahahaha! My family is just like this. Extremely sentimental and loving, but also incessantly making fun of each other. My pop has told us one specific story about my aunt probably 50 times, and he never tires of embarrassing her. She came over to my grandparents house for the first proper date with my uncle, and to meet his family. My family are the type who will point out something embarrassing or make a huge deal out of nothing for the sake of teasing someone, and my aunt is the complete opposite. She gets embarrassed very easily and a red blush spreads all the way up her chest to her cheeks if something embarrassing happens even to someone else. My nan spread out her new white tablecloth with a cream doily thing and placed different meats and salads on top, with fresh bread rolls and butter on the table. When she arrived, the four of them sit awkwardly at the table, my pop trying to crack a few jokes and my nan trying to make my aunt feel comfortable. Stammering and already blushing, my aunt reaches across the table to pick up the beetroot container. Having never used such a contraption before, she grabbed the handle (which is unattached to the container) and tried to lift it over the meats. The whole container spills over, spewing purple beetroot juice and a whole tin of beetroot all over the salads, meat, rolls, fresh white tablecloth and my aunt's clothes. They sit there for a few seconds in silence, until my pop roars with laughter and says "CANDICE! YOU RUINED JOAN'S NEW WHITE TABLECLOTH!!!!" Apparently she apologised profusely as her face and neck turned the same colour as the beetroot stain in the new tablecloth. My pop couldn't stop laughing, but it was 6 months before my aunt even showed her face at my grandparents house again. It's now a bit of a tradition that my pop repeats that story during Christmas lunch. He always starts off by pointing to the tablecloth and saying "Candy.... Do you remember the time you ruined my wife's new white tablecloth?"
'Christmas' (the commercialised 'Hallmark' secular version of it anyway) is so fucking tacky and fake. I hate putting on a facade and feigning interest in people and things that 364/365 (taking leap years into account) I would normally give a damn about; it's soul destroying actually.
On the contrary I hate the hassle of having to find presents to reciprocate the gesture. Not getting any would spare me of all of that.
I love every bit of this!
Especially the Yule Turd and the Suicidal Angel of Death lol.
Memories and traditions are what make it special.
I loathe Christmas. It depresses me.
The only thing that me feels slightly better is going along to shopping malls or department stores where little kids are lining up to see Santa Claus, where I tell them all he's not real and their parents actually buy them the presents. Their tiny tears ease my pain.
Another favourite around this time of year is to go the supermarket and vigorously shake random bottles of soft drink. Just the thought of some family sitting down for a lovely Christmas dinner, only for their bottle of Coke to virtually explode all over the table brings me a great deal of sadistic pleasure.
Humbug.