... that if I can't say anything nice, I shouldn't say anything at all. Well guess what? I'm on an island 3 thousand km away from Mama (and she doesn't know what a 'blog thingy' is) so I'm gunna go ahead and spill my guts. Lets kick this Mandy style and make a happy little list.
1.) Fuck you and your Christmas spirit. It's only the 17th. I will accept your ho-ho-hos, happy holidays and fake smiles from the 23rd till the 26th. I don't have time for your bullshit before or after those dates. Keep your nonsense to yourself and I promise to be nice.
2.) Fuck bills. Do you see money pouring out of my ass? Do you see me watering my gigantic money tree in the backyard daily? NO. Stop sending them to me, you're only making me crabby.
3.) Fuck delayed flights. So help me God, if my flight is even 5 minutes late on Christmas morning, I will make sure to make those 3 hours and 45 minutes hell for every single person on board.
4.) Fuck Wal-Mart Christmas shoppers. I'm not afraid to push you. I don't care if you're 79. Get the hell outta my way. Pronto.
ahhhhhh I feel much better now.