Christmas is such a dreadful holidays sometimes. The bad ties, horrifically bright sweaters and god forsaken caroling. Mary Cherry is going for her third helping of egg nog. Wonderful, egg flavoured alcholic beverages are the perfect thing for the mentally unbalanced at Christmas. Well at least it should provide some entertainment. I can't believe I let Brooke talk me into coming to her Christmas party. Mary Cherry, Lilly, Josh, Sugar Daddy..god I feel like I'm stuck in the Mos Eisley Cantina. Sammy sticks out like a sore thumb, jeans, white tank top and a flannel shirt, dear god. There are rules about dressing like during the holiday fashion season. How can someone be so fashionably disabled and look so fucking yummy at the same time. Really I shouldn't be staring, but I am bored. Hmm now she is glaring at me, perhaps I am being a bit too obvious. Would it be rude to stick my tounge out at her, probablly. Oooh That is a strange look she is giving me. I would kill several baby seals and turn them into coats to know what she is thinking. Hmm thats a bit much, but dear lord. She is making me..what is the that Mary Cherry said 'Tingle where the Lord intended the giving of life' or something crazy like that. Hmm now Sammy is walking over, this should be interesting.

TBC