Welcome to the Aloha household! I’ve set the table with an extra place for you.
What’s that? Why are we eating on the coffee table, sitting on pillows? Because it’s Indian/Star Trek style, of course! Hence the centerpiece.
Who’s body is that, buried beneath the blankets? Oh, just my little brother. He’s the reclusive type.
What are we having? Chicken with pita bread (not peeta bread, fangirls).
As well as green beans and corn.
After dinner, we’ll take pictures for this post, and then watch the movie Elf while I write our family’s annual Christmas letter. Then I’ll finish watching the addictive series Princess Jellyfish, RAGEQUIT at the terrible ending, and sleep for fourteen hours.
(Yes, I woke up at 2 p.m. today. No, my parents were not pleased.)
I got a Facebook today (that I can’t link you to, for obvious reasons). Now I’m trying to figure out how to not-friend all these people that I know but don’t necessarily want to be friends with. The site keeps flooding every page with suggestions, and it makes me want to knaw my arm off. Plus, everyone on there is so conceited. “I’m so ugly!” they say with fourteen layers of concealer and their lowest, tightest shirt on. Then, fifteen of their 1,463 friends will be like “OMG SHUT UP GRL U SO PRETY”, and then she’ll be like “thx i luv u so much hon <3<3<3<3<3” and then I’ll be like “DIE, N00B5.”
Except instead I just kind of facepalm and log off. It’s a sad, sad day when you go to YouTube or Twitter to find some sanity.