So, uh, how was everyone's Thanksgiving?

i'm the worst!

i'm sorry i drank so much wine and got sad quiet drunk

I made my mom a cosmo and now she's passed out. At 6:35.

it was okay

i like my parents and aunt and uncle and the latter's golden retriever jake (dude is so ~feathery~ he has to get his feet trimmed!) and fat cat chloe

can never sleep there, tho

my mom spent the whole time staring at me and building a guilt trip about visiting for xmas. srsly it's creepy -- i'd totally go if she'd stop fuckin staring at me

no doubt i'll go anyway because she and i are all way old and they're gonna die and i'm their only child. at least no one voted for orange asshole, or i wouldn't have shown up for this

asked my (irish) uncle his thoughts on the late william trevor; he said 'he was a year ahead of us at trinity and we all thought he was a prick'

i know this is not a bad problem to have but i can't even tolerate people talking about donald trump being bad. i just don't want to hear about it anymore. and every year i realize more and more all of my worst personality traits come from my dad. everything he does i'm like, fuck, do i do that? nooooooooo

golden retriever jake is dying