my life is brilliant.

cookie comas happen. every holiday they head into burkeville, the dork eats too many cookies and ends up lying down and saying crazy shit because she can't control herself. he's a little bit afraid of the next holiday they decide to head over. honestly, he feels almost like a babysitter, except for the fact that he absolutely loves that house and the family. he could see himself managing to get along with parents like that. those silly Italians. Christmas is right around the corner, he doesn't quite know if he's even the least bit excited. he knows that even if he tries to convince his family not to get him anything they won't listen and they'll get him a bunch of girly crap that he has absolutely no use for. the best he can hope for is for them to try to play by his anti-consumerist rule and try to give him money instead. that way he can head off thrifting and figure out a new wardrobe. although now that memories has closed down he doesn't know if it's worth it anymore. no more chilling and talking to the girls about how much Justin bieber is a disgrace to music.. no more shoes for $2. maybe he'll get lucky and another thrift store will open up so that he can basically live there. even value village is getting to be too... not thrift storey.  after the holiday season seems to be the only time he ever really has any money to spend on clothes and such, he's kind of really looking forward to it this year. he can't wait to get rid of some of his gross old stuff. or at least the stuff he hasn't worn in ages. <3 <3