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Happy fucking holidays.

Per the grand tradition of my family, we couldn't make it through a gott damn holiday without someone dropping the drama bomb. Ma mere and the fake faja were supposed to go to Canadia for the majority of the break to see family, so I tried real freakin' hard to get everyone together to have a Thanksgiving dinner, because if I hadn't we wouldn't have had one. It was mom, fake daddio, Aunt J-9 and the Du, mom's friend Donna (who was housesitting) and Josh, real festive like. Needless to say, the night ended with my stepdad yelling at me never to come home ever again, and that I need to respect the rules of the house.

Why, you might ask? Because he's a sick prevert who acts like a jealous boyfriend anytime I have a guy come home with me. I don't even want to go there.

Went shopping today, the best shopping day EVAR or something like that. Clocked in about an hour of sleep before rising at the ass crack of dawn (2:30 AM) to drive an hour and wait in line for ridiculously good deals on shit that nobody really needs. Can I just give a shout out to the people at Best Buy who camped out for two days? You guys are champs. I love the smell of commerce in the morning. I just now arrived back home, and more or less want to curl up in the fetal position and rock back and forth, cradling my poor, violated debit card. Needless to say, it was worth it for what little shit I bought. Always good to see old friends, especially when retail is involved.

I will have accomplished no homework whatsoever come the end of break. The universe is once again at equilibrium.