oh look, it’s that time of year again when I get pointlessly angry about “WINTER HOLIDAY!!” everything and want to punch a snowflake.
the northern internet: hot chocolate and marshmallows! jumpers! cosy twinkly lights!
me: for how short a period can I turn my on my oven in order to bake these biscuits without dying of heatstroke. why am I out of white wine again. WHY AM I SINGING ALONG TO A SONG ABOUT SLEIGH BELLS AND SNOW.
don’t get me wrong, I love december about as much as a cheerful atheist can, it’s my birthday and it’s parties and food and presents and carols and writing for yuletide and obnoxious decorations, it’s just also…summer! so much summer.