Santa is a rich bastard.

I think every year I expect the Christmas season to run smoothly, no stress, no money problems, no worrying about if enough gifts were bought for whoever I feel deserved the most for loving me. But damn cookies and milk, every year I’m wrong. This year especially. I’m finding myself so stupidly stressed out by the holidays this year, that I’m wondering when life went from “wooo bring on the gifts bitches!” to “Holy titties I have no idea what my crazy family wants.” The shortage of money and the urge to buy my friends/family/boyfriend everything I can possibly get my hands on, is not helping either. I’m honestly just ready for it to be over. Only one more week to go and then I can hopefully breath a little slower and wipe away my stress tears. Maybe even get this house clean!



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