Is it over yet?

7.35AM, sleepless in the third world. Everyone in this household is asleep and I’m the only one wide-awake. Is Christmas over yet? If you haven’t noticed, I tried my best avoiding the word "Christmas" in the past few weeks. I thought I had it bad last year for spending Christmas ALONE in Paris (ok, it wasn’t that bad cause I had sex at an alleyway in Marais with a random stranger) but no, this year is probably the worst Christmas EVER.

There’s something in the air that’s just not… right.

Believe it or not, I spent the past few hours on my laptop tweaking my blog and working on a new website.

I really don’t give a shit on this year’s yuletide celebrations… there’s no way I’m joining my famila de horreur’s quest for obesity considering I just got back from fat camp and I’m still trying to burn all those calories, thanks very much.

All frivolity aside, I think I feel empty.

Yes.

Empty.

I’m not sure if that’s the right word to decribe how I feel but it’s the only thing I could think of at the moment.

Ok. Fine.

Empty and restless.

Will that do?

This whole christmas bollocking buggery is really killing me!

I don’t even know why I’m only venting now when I should’ve done it before.

For instance, I’m surrounded by vast amounts of christmas decor… gold, reds and greens. Everything you can think of. It’s absolutely ridiculous. Probably BEYOOOOOOOOOND ridiculous. There’s soooo much garbage all over the place you’d think our tiny, humble abode is a fuckin christmas decor warehouse.

How many fake christmas trees does one family need?

1?

2?

3?

No.

FOUR!

Apparently, that’s what my lunatic mum thinks.

No, wait.

FIVE!

I forgot about the fake 18-foot high tree on the backyard. It’s funny cause damn whores ran out of time decorating that particular tree so it ended up with nothing but pine cones and cheap ribbons. Why even bother, you know? They could’ve done us all a favour by not installing that damn tree but whatever.

Cunts. They’re ALL cunts!

And then you’ve got presents. I suppose I’ve been nice this year judging from the presents I got but to be honest with you, I wasn’t too excited opening them. Another year, another batch of useful… and useless garbage. (OI, JUST BECAUSE I SAID THAT IT DOESN’T MEAN I DON’T WANT ANY MORE PRESENTS… I’M A GREEDY, SELFISH CUNT AND I’M EXPECTING **YOU**, YES, **YOU** TO GIVE ME A PRESENT. PIERRE HARDY, ANYONE?)

There’s something missing and it kills me not knowing what it is!!!!

You know, I was soo pissed off earlier I was *this* close in taking photos of some of the presents I got and just sell em on ebay. But no, I’m not one of those people who "recycle" gifts or give away shit. I get too attached with material crap wayyyy too easily. I always thought each present I get from people mean a lot of things… there’s a reason why I got that particular present… also, it makes me feel guilty about the amount of effort or thought (or lack thereof) made by the gift giver.

*sigh*

I KNOW WHAT YOU’RE ALL GONNA SAY.

I knew it.

I fucking knew it.

I SAW IT COMING!!

BEST AVOID GIVING ME THAT SPIEL ABOUT **********FINALLLLLLLLLLLLLY******** FEELING GUILTY ABOUT THE LESS FORTUNATE. BECAUSE FRANKLY, THE STARVING CAN HAVE ALL MY FUCKING CAKE, EAT IT AND SHIT IT DOWN THE SHITTER. I DON’T CARE ANYMORE!!!

Ok. I do feel kinda guilty.

Just a teeny weeny bit.

IT’S TERRIBLE!!!

I can’t believe I’m whingeing like an ingrateful little whore because to be honest, I’m probably one of the luckiest people in the world and I should be extremely thankful for my blessings  but really, you should’ve seen the Christmas circus when they dropped by. It’s INSANE!!!! I just couldn’t stomach it any longer!

You know what I need?

I need a shag.

Lots of snogging, sweat, cock, cum, balls, groans and moans. Rough. dirty. filthy. raw.

Tis’ the season of giving and sharing my fucking ass afterall.

Yep. That’s what I need.

Will someone please snap me out of it?

Thank you.

Email me and tell me you love me. Email bryanboy@gmail.com or SMS +63.915.785.1492.

I love you all… and I hope you’re enjoying the festivities more than I am.

P.S. This is where I’m gonna pretend I care about the less fortunate… just a small attempt to "look" nice in your eyes. *wink* I mean, it’s the holiday season for god’s sake. Besides, many of you already made their conclusions about me. Right? Whatevs.

Don’t deny it – I betcha my fat ass you think I *NEVER* give back.

Right?

Well.

I don’t.

Happy now?

On that note….

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