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| December 25 2001 Tuesday A Merry Christmas to all my readers! We had turkey for Christmas dinner, which was a major diappointment because I'd asked for rabbit. I didn't get a digital camera, of course. I'm not writing down what I did get because it's too depressing. All I'll reveal is that if I don't manage to get a set of bathroom scales from the Oxfam Shop for Brain Damage's sister's wedding present she'll be getting a home-made knitted sweater with Adrian written on it, courtesy of my batty Auntie Joan. I bought my mother some perfume. It smelled gross, but last Christmas I bought her some which I thought smelled quite nice and she said that smelled gross, so perhaps she'll think something that I think smells gross will smell nice. Anyway, that's my theory, but if she doesn't like it she'll have to lump it, after all she was the one who refused to buy me a digital camera. I bought my father two books, 'Vegetarianism, the Caring Alernative', and 'Myxamatosis and the Food Chain - The Unpalatable Truth.' He said they were just what he wanted, for putting under a corner of one of the new rabbit hutches he's built, which was a bit lop-sided. I watched the Queen's Speech on telly with the sound turned off. It's better that way because she only says things you want to hear. She said that all boys who are fifteen next year will get a night with an Atomic Kitten, a digital camera and a bigger dick. It's my birthday in February so thinking ahead I mentioned to my mother that I'd like a digital camera. She just laughed, but wisely said nothing about cows coming home. |