So far, my favorite thing about Christmas Eve (eating tasty Hor'dourves) has been shot to hell because my creepy alcoholic perverted probably child molester uncle has been creeping on me the whole time, looking at me up and down and telling me how "REALLY NICE" I look in a really bad creepy way and crap like that that makes me feel so scared and uncomfortable. UGH. I got to eat a mozzarella stick and a half, and then I had to leave because I got so angry. I ate a BOWL OF CEREAL today, that's all, I wanted to eat some good food on Christmas Eve. That's not much to ask!

I can't wait until next year, when I spend time with Huxley's family instead of this CREEP.