I don’t think I have room for Christmas Eve dinner,
My mom hates me.
The wings felt fatty and I ruined my strict diet regiment.
My body hates me.
The meal costed around $15.00.
My wallet hates me.
I just went to the bathroom. Oh dear God.
My toilet hates me.
I ruined Christmas Eve for myself.
I hate me.
However, I got to catch up with my good high school friends, so I guess it was worth.