My Grandma is coming over for Christmas. fuckkk.

Let me explain why this is 'fuckk':

1) She is fucking insane and scary.
I remember once I was in Greece in our cottage: now our cottage is basically a shit hole; its next to a railway track, spiders casually jammin everywhere, dirty and open planned. This last factor prohibits me from staying up particularly late reading. One night I refused to turn the light off, just refused, I mean, what could she actually do? Kick me out into the scorpion infested garden at midnight; my Granddad would never let her do that. So what did she do? She kicked us both out. Yep, she kicked her husband and her Grandchild out of  their own house: that’s when I learned to do what she says.

2) She will actually make me study; I can't see myself going out much this Christmas.

3) Since my Granddad died she’s become scared and paranoid; I can't see myself going out this Christmas.

4) She hasn't booked a return ticket.


My Grandma is coming over for Christmas. Sickkk.

Let me explain why this is 'sickkk':

1)I'm her favourite and everyone’s scared of her.
She'd kick my parents out of there own house if she thought they were mistreating me in anyway- by mistreating I generally mean not feeding me enough because i'm 'anorexic'.

2) She's also an amazing cook.

3) She will make me study so I might actual get decent A-level results.

4) Since my Granddad died she’s been lonely and unhappy, hopefully she'll be happier this Christmas.

5) I love her a lot- mostly because shes fucking insane.