So I was supposed to have started my own clothing line this year. It was going to be called XXXOLOGY, pronounced as zoh-lo-gee. The meaning of the name is quite simple: The XXX as you all know is a pornographic material rating because of the explicit content & ology is the study of something, so in conclusion XXXOLOGY is the study of explicit content. This is where the cute meets gorey in my love of all things fucked, mentally. But sadly my mother lied to me about ordering the machine and shirts to start off my clothing so, all in all I did not get anything for Christmas and this year has been a bunch of bullshit so far. It seems hopeless, I mean I remind her everyday to get and she's all like "Yea, I know." followed by a click of the receiver as she so rudely hangs up on me. Oh, and I can only ever ask her on the phone because she never comes home anymore. The atmosphere in my house is fucking depressing, if you get past the cheery non-angsty facade.