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December 23rd

Women have unreasonable expectations of men on an emotional level.
Men have unreasonable expectations of women on a sexual level.

Discuss.

Maybe later. We'll get back to this. Not today.

Today was spending the day with family and trying not to kill anyone. It was ok. I took my Switch and played Smash (unlocked Solid Snake so not a wasted day) and time passed. My gift was some Lush bath bombs and some Ferrero Rocher, both of which I am ok with. Usually it's a tin of biscuits or, weirdly, The Hellraiser Boxset. I liked that.

I have to do this again in two days time. Fuck Christmas.

I have had a bath and a bath bomb and the entire bath is now black. I will get in trouble for this. That will happen.

Have to be at work for 7:30 tomorrow which is Christmas Eve. Yey.

I should really clean the bath.

Yesterday I saw 'The Grinch' at the cinema. The 2018 cartoon remake. I quite liked it. I can't complain. I got nuts and a cider and it was free. I just had to spend £40 at the supermarket on someone else Christmas presents to pay for it. Bargain.

Tonight I think I am just going to do the same things I have already done in Spiderman. I like the boredom of the repetition. It works for me.

I also want to fit in watching that Christmas film with The Miz in but I don't think I will have time.

Still Paige.....

I am enjoying my book, but I feel like it's another one that was written for children that I am just liking because its easy.

I like things easy.

Easy is good.



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