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Oh Christmas tree…

In my family, I am the Christmas tree decorator. Every year, I am the one that always decorates our tree. The rest of the family help sometimes but I am the only constant when it comes to the decoration – besides the decorations themselves, I mean…

Anyway, Mum and I decorated the tree yesterday, but our twinkly lights were only half working (damn things) so today, Mum bought some more. We had to take down ALL the decorations, put more lights up and then redecorate it. The annoying thing was that Mum’s friend was over and so she ‘helped’.

Now, I’m very territorial about my tree and I personally HATE it when someone who ISN’T in my family starts pushing in trying to take over MY tree by telling me how I should do it. It’s one of those things where if you helped decorate it from the very beginning, and it turns out great you feel awesome. But, since my mum and her friend started without me, I really just didn’t care about it anymore. Ok ok.. I obviously did. But I didn’t really want to help because the tree had been tainted. It took all my energy to not snatch all the pretty new decorations out of my mum’s friend’s filthy paws and deck her.

So.. after she had FINALLY left, I readjusted a bunch of the… thingies.. the round thingies that you hang on the tree… and NOW, because of my magical touch… the tree looks aaaawesome.

By Jen

You are as abandoned and noisy as any character in a porn film, Laura. You are Ian's plaything, responding to his touch with shrieks of orgasmic delight. No woman in the history of the world is having better sex than sex you are having with Ian... in my head.

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