Ode to December

animatorswearbras

Oh December, you gigilo, you are just not a good month to diet with your various parties and with the self pity inducing diseases you secrete into my face by administering arseholes to cough in a lift without covering their mouths. Two more weeks together my treacherous love before I leave you for January who's strict headmasterly scowl will make me resolve to give up your debauchery the day we first meet, hung over, guilty and ruined, and kick my *kitten* to the gym.

....Sorry folks Christmas party tonight, last day of work, and my brains decided to delve the realms of horrifically bad poetry since I'm sucking at my diet, thought I'd punish the rest of you by sharing my brain turd since you're all doing so well. Have a good crimbo and send happy exercise thoughts my way 'caus the diets going to pot at the mo lol. ;P