Well after all the hubbub of creating a Kill Billish, two-parter of my Christmas history. I have decided to pull the latter part from blog. I realized after I wrote it that I did not have the right to publicize what happened last year between my family, my cousin’s family and my cousin’s boyfriend’s family. I’ve decided that even though I can change names, making it totally anonymous. It’s just plain unethical. I also swore I wouldn’t say anything about her dating history (despite it’s colourful turns. Oh my, what a blog this would be if I could tell those tales). However, I will say that I spent my Christmas night, dragging my drunken cousin, who is only a year older then me, through the deserted streets of a small town, as she tried desperately to free herself from my full nelsons, arm twists and even head locks, so that she could run back to her douchebag of a boyfriend, who is a drug addict I might add, after he dumped her, in public, in what was possibly, THE most humiliating thing I have ever seen. Now I grew up as a bully, then as the nerd with glasses, acne and a lanky frame to boot. I know humiliation, and that was beyond comprehension, even for me. So long story short, my last Christmas was one of the worst experiences of my entire life.