Well it's just past midnight here so it's officially Christmas. I'm sat watching "Santa Clause - The Movie" and laughing at Dudley Moore but still not feeling the Xmas vibe.
My dog is a sweetie. He's a ten year old white alsation with a tendency to jump around too much. When he was little he ate the door off a washing machine. Now he's older he likes to sleep and try and steal all the space in the bed. His name is Mac because he came from Scotland. He's far too fluffy but he's the love of my life.
I used to really love Xmas as a kid but it's worn off over the years.
Xmas to me is one night out every year (Xmas Eve) when ALL the people I care about are all in the same place, get horrifically drunk then do silly things. As I've missed it this year I'm trying to substitute the semi-festive season.
Falling in love every day and being a tart are TOTALLY NOT mutually exclusive things, you know. I happen to think that they complement one another quite well, actually.
