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The Crazy Ones at Christmas
I don't know where to start. A lot of things are going through my head. Some good, but mostly bad at the moment. Tim and I decided not to see eachother for the rest of winter break. Trust me, it's for the best. It's not his fault at all. I don't even think it's mine. It's his mom's. She doesn't like me at all, and last night she decided he's not allowed over at my house anymore. She hates me because he'd rather see me then be at home with her. I understand that, but it makes things worse. I hate when he has to call me and tell me he can't come over. You can't imagine how I felt when he said he's not allowed over at all anymore. I doubt her plan of action will work though. What does she think is going to happen when she leaves town again? I hate her... I've never disliked an adult in my life, but she pushes the boundaries. Probably because she acts like a child. I can't say anything more about this... it makes me feel sick, almost. I'm not going to let her ruin Christmas. That's why I made the decision that I can't see Tim over vacation anymore. It would just make things worse between us. My cousins, Kari and Brooke, and their mom, are coming down either tonight or tomorrow night to spend Christmas Eve with us, then they're going to their grandparents house. My other family, on my Dad's side, are coming here for Christmas day. We haven't had Christmas at our house in years. It feels good to know I won't have to spend it in another house again. I like my house and like being here with other people. My cat loves Christmas time. She loves to attack the tree and break all the bulbs on it, she loves chewing on the lights (God, save her from electricuting herself.) She also enjoys trying to eat mistletoe. She's insane. She gets behind the refridgerator and gets stuck, and she tears up my dresses. She also attacks people's feet, with the intention of drawing blood. She could very well be the incarnation of Satan. I love her anyway, though. Her insanity gives her character, and that's always interesting to have in a cat. Who wants a boring cat who sits on their bum all day sleeping? I'd much rather have a little devil. She's my Princess, and when she dies I will cry. Unlike the hundreds of others who have left this earth in the past.
**Merry Christmas**
Hillary Rae
p.s. No burglar got in.. damn. ;)
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