Dear Diary; Dec. 11

More from the diary of Winifred Dourooski!

     "Diary, Dec.11, s**t, two weeks from today, I'll be reading comments from readers, "Merry Christmas!"  Oh yeah, what's so fricking merry about it?  My father-in-law, now there's  a present I could do without, will be here, gorphing down all my food.  Having to watch his fat jowls inhaling everything, including the tablecloth, is sickening.  The man's a pig in a suit.  Then, there's my little nieces and nephews, the little monsters.  I'll have to sit there while I pretend to give a s**t about the meaningless crap they get.  I mean really kids, who gives a s**t?  Well, I could go on all day with my complaining, but I'm already bummed enough about having to go to work, and on top of that, I'm down to my last cigarette, so I guess I'll have to mingle with the peasants at the store; I'll have to let these be all my complains for today, but there's always tomorrow."    

Reviews

[Marie]

Glad to see Winifred's in the Christmas spirit!

[Michael Stevens]

in the Christmas spirit; or in the Christmas spirits?