Catching up with four episodes of the traitors by fast forwarding through all the challenges. Glorious.

Aunt’s dog shagging her bed relentlessly while we ate early Christmas dinner.

Today I’m remembering 2002 when my mom gently said “what was going through your mind when you bought me this?” when she opened her Christmas present from me. It was a small, sharp metal picture frame from Poundland and tbh the savagery was a deserved reaction. I didn’t have an answer.

Wondering if another one of my generation’s identifiers is being used as a pawn by parents to deliver Christmas cards to people they didn’t actually like while they stayed in the car with the engine running

If a book isn’t described as a love letter to something I won’t read it

hard to write when it’s snowing. Gwen can’t concentrate either

Gonna restart my reading thread over here now. Finished this last night, gorgeous. Didn’t want it to end and yet it did at exactly the right place.

Slowly curating my feed so it becomes to rotted gay one I’ve spent years developing on twitter.

Right are we doing this then