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i mean seriously, everyone is either fighting, has faught, or is just depressed. and most of the fighters are couples, although a few have been family. hell, i've been in two major arguments myself. well, what a wonderful fucking Christmas it's turned out to be..
however, i will remain greatful for the things that are good:
1) Andre
2) sculpy
3) Calvin and Hobbes books above my head, in easy reach
4) DND, later today
5) a New Years Eve party to look forward to
6) the look on Miss Emmi's face when she sees her Christmas presents from Andre and myself
so, i guess not everything is completely horrible, it's just that this has been, quite possibley, the Worst Christmas Ever. oh well, i suppose..
on a completely unrelated note, why the fuck do people drink beer? it tastes like sugarless, watered-down coffee. which is to say, it is nasty, and people who center their diet around it are fucking idiots. if you're going to trash your liver, at least trash it with something good, like vodka or whatever. jeez..
i watched Napolean Bon...however you spell his last name. it is, quite possibley, the most pointless movie ever. like Garden State, only funnier. and the makers of Napolean didn't try and squeeze in some great moral bullshit in the last 10 minutes. i hate Garden State. but then again, there's a lot of movies i hate. like Cabin Fever, and Wrong Turn. makers of cheesey horror movies such as the two previously mentioned should be chained to a rock near the ocean line at low tide and left there for 12 hours. gah.. just thinking of those movies makes me want to die. or make someone die. rawr!
on the other hand, my eldest brother David and his mates are cool. especially Saps. Saps roxor. (yes, he's so cool i'm describing him in 133t speak.) not only that, but i want to steal his computer. i will do this one day. for now, i am weary. farewell, fans.
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