"A little nonsense now and then...

I decided I don’t want my family anywhere near me.  Too late to cancel a family picnic? Oh right- people bought plane tickets.  Family picnics have phases of emotions:

Months in advance: It’s going to be so great we’re going to play volleyball and bbq etc etc.

Month preceding: Why do I have to fucking see these people. I don’t even like them they’re just a load of pricks that I have to clean up the house for.

Week beforehand: Above+ added insanity on the part of my in house family who are going nuts making last minute arrangements.

Day of: Maybe a natural disaster will occur.

An hour in: I guess this is okay.

Just had Nutella and Peanut butter on toast.  My hatred of  humankind has been dulled.

Sometimes I can’t tell if people are really dramatic or if I’m just annoyed all the time so everything sounds like wahwahwahwahwahwah