You heard me. Man, do I hate thanksgiving! What most of you may lovingly refer to as "turkey day", I bitterly refer to as "dysfunctional family screaming at me more than usual day". I wake up, and gramps is immediately in my face. Once the food is ready, he offers me shit, I say no, and then he offers it to me THREE MORE TIMES. Apparently saying "no" the first time is invalid. Finally, once he opens his mouth to speak to me, I just say "No, no, no." before he even asks the question. This gets my bitchy grandmother pissed, so as usual she starts antagonizing me like the fat fuck she is. Go lose some weight, doughboy. And then my mom keeps whining at me about whatever the fuck is on TV, and if I try to open my mouth, she gets defensive over nothing, and then gets mad at ME when I finally get fed up and leave the room. There's yelling going on about a glass of orange juice AS I TYPE THIS.

Thanksgiving is the worst holiday EVER..