I have a big problem. It's the fourth of December and people are already expecting me to be festive. Disgusting. If it wasn't bad enough that I have had to endure Christmas adverts for the last two months, now my house, is full of tinsel, bells and plastic trees. It really is terrible. Don't get me wrong I like Christmas as much as the next guy, but its not Christmas. It's the beginning of December. I don't want to listen Slade or Cliff Richard and I don't want to have a "Christmas dinner," because it isn't bloody Christmas! if you have a Christmas dinner on the 4th of December you are just eating a roast and no amount of paper hats or shit jokes will change that.
Anyway that is enough festive cheer for now. I am currently living my life vicariously through my house mate. He has a bit crush on this girl from his martial arts club,(I know, I know, he even wants a samurai sword.) Anyway the girl he is in love with, Katie Bl Bl, seems to be keen on him and all of us are giving MEH (my housemate) our advice on the situation. This ranges from whether or not he should wear a shirt to how he should drill her into her head board.
There are diagrams.
The girls have said he should be himself. The guys have been saying he should just get her smashed. I have been insisting that MEH blew his opportunity with Bl Bl when she invited him into her room after they walked home (from the sexually charged library) one night and for some reason he declined. I just realized that last bit made me sound trans gender. Girls, guys and me in three seperate catagories. Just to clear this up, I'm not trans-gender. Anyway I hope it goes well at the martial arts social. I feel like one of those dad's that push their children into sports in order to chace their own dreams.
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