Christmas

2.50 am and all's well. I am totally insomnia chick this week. I'm totally tired during the day and wide awake at night, can I have turned into a vampire without knowing it? Anyway it's Crimbo, the traditional time for binge drinking, tottering about town in ridiculous shoes, a miniskirt that's smaller than my belt and a blouse more see through than a window. Although I think I'll give that a miss this year, best save it for the New Year I think. So Crissy Day, a time for prezzies, fun and helping Mum make the dinner, it's going to be a low key day this year, my brother and his wife are away, my elderly grandfather is too frail to leave the house and my cousin and his girlfriend are going to sunny Florida tomorrow. I wish I was going to Florida, I'd have my bikini line waxed quicker than you can say incredible pain. Anyway, what is Christmas, it's a hijacked pagan ceremony that's been riddled by gross over commecialisation, I must go shopping tomorrow to get some clothes in the sales. I'm a total commercial whore, I'd sell my soul for a wardrobe full of designer dresses (and the figure to pull them off fully).