Christmas and New Years and whatever. It happened, it's past.
I'm now currently expressing a serious pet peeve.
I hate it beyond words themselves when people come over to my house to do nothing but sit under blankets. Nay not sit. DIVE UNDER THEM. As if they've never seen a blanket or been warm or produced their own body heat in their entire life. GROW A PAIR MAN. Or wear a sweatshirt or something.
Just get out from under the blanket. You'll live-I promise.
It annoys me immensely. If you want to nap, go fucking sleep at your own house and don't bother me.
You may now return to things that bother me less.
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