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Oh, yes, so I can be verbally cut down again. Nope, not today. I’m not bothering with those fuck faces.

Also, I’m cutting down on drinking (hopefully) for my New Year’s Resolution. Thought you’d like to know that.

I love sober family. …Nah, not particularly. You’d probably know that if you bothered to come home.

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Ah, don’t you just love family? Drunk wine aunt is my favorite one. I love her to death... don’t you?

I’m kind of late as always but I hope everyone had a stellar Christmas/whatever you celebrate. Mine was pretty wild start to finish kicking off with an 18 hour drive home the day before Christmas Eve, included an annoyingly wine drunk aunt, and ended in Louisiana yesterday so that was neat. But I’m glad to be back even though it feels stupidly like summer. Happy freaking New Years Eve y'all and don’t get too turnt. Call Uncle Tyler if you need a ride home.

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It’s going to be so good. I’ve also decided to make Nutella bite brownies for dessert. Win/win.

That sounds delicious. Also really healthy. So I have mixed feelings. 

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No touching till I say so! Or else I’m burning your chicken.

If that’s what’s making the house smell like it does, it’s going to be really gone the second your back is turned.

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I can do that.

I kind of want to demand pics; or at least, my stomach wants to.

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I’ve convinced Mama Smythe to let me cook, which makes me very happy. So, I’m making grilled lemon and rosemary chicken, and slicing it over a salad. It’s going to be really good; I can already tell.

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Well, that’s not good.

I’m too lazy to grow my fricking curls out so I just blow all of my cash on wigs that I usually get to lazy to style.

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Ah, nice.

That’s awesome. I have a wig like that. It was my life for a while before I got an Ariana Grande one.

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That’s awesome. I refuse to touch my hair, and I only trim it; it’s really red, and very pretty. And long, really long.

Oh, no. I’m not dying it now, sorry that was confusing. I’ve done it  few times before, you know green, red, magenta. Now I’m just trying to keep it natural, and let it grow.

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Poor cat.

I’ve been playing Battlefront more or less non-stop since Christmas. I don’t know who needs a break most; me, my ps4 or the cat who keeps jumping in fear every time I’m unable to only scream in my head.

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I’m not sure yet. I did pick up a good book, so maybe I’ll read that. Or I’ll go driving and see where I end up... What color are you dyeing your hair?

So what are you doing for New Years, and sorry if you’ve told me already I’ve bleached my hair enough that the dye has started to go to my brain.

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I’m excited for it, babe.

Oh trust me, you will. On Thursday. Expect like twelve instagram posts.

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Top five favorite things about this Christmas?

1. Michael & the Smythe Family2. Mama Smythe’s food.3. Pianos.4. Feeling like I’ve been accepted.5. I went several days without drinking, which is nice.

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I’m with the Smythes. Oh, and don’t forget the summertime at Disney. Everyone and their mother goes then too.

Where are you then? Disney is generally busy as all hell, even in the off season there’s a shit ton people, though nothing is as bad as Christmas.

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Getting trashed is always fun. Body con dress? Ooh, la, la! I wanna see!

I mean getting trashed isn’t all that fun, it all depends on who you’re with. What do you mean why am I wearing heels? What else would I wear with a bodycon dress? I think anything else is fashion suicide.

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I’m no where near Orlando, and Disney is busy as fuck then. So, no.

You know, I’d like to say I go to Disney too much, but I don’t think I can ever go too much. I’ve been thinking about going Hollywood Studios, then Epcot for New Years, anyone wanna join me?

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I wish I could get trashed. Maybe I’ll have a glass of champagne or something. Heels? Why are you wearing heels?

I can’t tell if this break is dragging or moving too quickly. That being said, I can’t wait to get trashed as fuck on Thursday night, and fall on my ass in my heels. Woohoo, two-ish more days.