i'll never feel you if i don't tell you

thank you verity xo

there's a mere three and a half hours standing in between me and a week of festive freedom now! yes, i'm into day four of this hangover now. yes, i'm drained in every way, shape and form. yes, i've listened to "underneath the tree" too many times for it to sound even vaguely christmassy anymore. but fuck all of that, spirits are still high even if my excitement for christmas day isn't. i'm going to drink this soya hot chocolate, watch home alone 2 and think about all the things i won't be doing until january 2nd.

if you're the only thing i ever get for christmas

ready steady go 

okay so my pity party hasn't finished just yet and i'm back to work tomorrow so what better way to force yourself out of a funk than by spending 5 hours wrapping presents, writing cards and watching christmas films. it's been a weird weekend all in all but maybe today was what i needed to pick me up. i don't feel particularly uplifted right now but it's helped me to realise that a) i still love buying things (for other people) and b) home alone and elf are classics.

"let it snow" is blasting out but i won't get in the mood

making this desk festive as fuck

holy fuck, christmas eve is a month away which means it's sort of okay to start getting excited about the festivities now. the lights are on, the trees are up, the songs are being sung and the overpriced christmas items are on the shelves. whereas the magic of christmas used to enthral and excite me, with age i've come to accept that it's simply not as fantastic anymore. people say "OH IT'S AMAZING WHEN YOU HAVE KIDS" but i'm currently womb-less so let's just try and enjoy what we can, eh?