Xmas

merry xmas everyone. id tired as fuck and feel like crap. yes, i know, its only xmas eve, but oh well. ive been listening to franz ferdinand for the past like, 10 hours *in my sleep* since idk y. im currently drying my guitar bag which had to be washed last night. i guess a certain cat decided my guitar bag is pretty cool, cool enough TO FUCKING POOP ON. lol. maybe triumph visited me. cool. but yes, it had shit all over it and needed to be washed. still tho, ive only got three bags going with me to nana's. AND I CANT FIND MY FENDER SHIRT. WTF? omg im so mad....i cant find my fave shirt and i so wanted raymond to see it. i get to drive everywhere for the next few days. but i have to make yorkshire puddings for the family today, and i dont want to. i make horrible puddings. dad's gift is coming today and im kinda sad i wont get to see him open it so im giving it to him at nana's house. acctually, im giving him a picture.which is printing right now. i wish i had an arrogant bastard shirt. they have one made for girls that says 'fizzy yellow beer is for wussies' and i want it really bad. i saw phil last night. omg. his hair, is, just, the sexiest thing ever. it's all shaggy, and idk, it curls JUST at the end and it's all 70's cali pothead looking. like, the hair from the keyboardist from the doors. he looked so so so so so so hot. i was really tired, but, when i wasnt resting, i was staring at him. he's omg. lol. he's so adorable and dreamy and amazing and then that hair, the hair took it over the top and kinda made you go WOW. OMG and get like, an imaginary boner. lol. god hes hot. but i g2g and wake the family. since they're too fucking lazy to do it themselves. fuckers. loves and have some happy holidays.