I’m home this weekend for a meet-and-greet with my family. I love them to bits, they’re great, but thank god that I don’t have to live with them any more. They’re fun but they drive me insane with their habits, their styles of living and their middle-class clutter.
Everything is just too much around them.
It’s great to see them in short two-day chunks.
….I’m dreading Christmas.




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