I never truly appreciated the Christmas classic 'The Grinch' until recently. And by recently, I mean last week when I found the DVD right at the back of my stash after a particularly painful root canal procedure and decided to watch it three times in a row.
I wish I was over exaggerating on that front. Really, I do.
Perhaps due to the painkillers ingested as a result of said particularly painful root canal procedure, I have come to the conclusion that he, being The Grinch, and I are kindred spirits and as July is the coldest month down in the Southern Hemisphere, I thought I'd share eleven times that The Grinch accurately summed up my feelings towards life, in honor of Christmas in July (even though there's no snow here. Ever. We try to fit in, guys. We really do. Can we still be friends?).
When my friends try to convince me to go out:
and I spend two hours like:
and I spend two hours like:
When Jesse walks in to find me doing something utterly ridiculous:
Going through the "interested" list of an event on Facebook that I'm considering attending:
Getting back in to bed after a day of not being in bed:
Upon my fifth trip to the fridge that morning:
Remembering the events of the Vodka-filled night before:
Going through my "packed" schedule:
Ensuring that everybody thinks I'm as heartless as I act:
Nailing my friend's eye makeup for a night out (hi, Marife):
Beginning to catch feelings and checking myself just in time:
Merry Christmas (sort of)!
