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I've never said this out loud before, but I can't stand Christmas...
It might be exacerbated by the stress I feel when I think of all the money I've spent on lavishing boyfriends with presents over the years, guys who are now living with other women who are enjoying my lovingly picked out presents which I'm no doubt still paying for in credit card interest charges.
I think a Christmas song might be in order here.
Did she miss some of her prozac/zoloft, again?