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[24 Dec 2005|12:20am] |
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Merry Christmas Eve, everyone.
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[24 Dec 2005|10:04am] |
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I sometimes forget how young you are.
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[24 Dec 2005|01:04pm] |
I was talking to Terri (um, not Terriemo) the other day about Christmas. We both said it doesn't feel like Christmastime. And I know a lot of people that have been saying this. So I told her I wondered if it was because we're older now. And we're all so different (a lot really does happen in a year) and Christmas doesnt' really feel the same anymore.
I don't mind it not feeling the same anymore, because it means I'm not sad.
But I feel like I should be. Since I'm always sad at Christmas. I dunno.
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[24 Dec 2005|04:22pm] |
This is the anti GMail song:
GMAIL SUCKS.
GMAIL SUCKS.
GMAIL SUCKS.
FUCK GMAIL!
GMAIL SUCKS.
GMAIL SUCKS.
GMAIL SUCKS.
FUCK GMAIL!
YEAAAAH!
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| The night has come to hold us young. |
[24 Dec 2005|08:15pm] |
Terriemo just left; she was here for a little bit.
She bought me the cutest stuff for Christmas!! And it was all wrapped in Hello Kitty paper!! FUCKING AWESOME. ♥ Hello Kitty.
Lance and Logan are like . . . in bed already. lmao.
Such cute kids.
"A Christmas Story" is on TV. I love that movie.
It's feeling a little bit more like Christmas now. <3 <3
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[24 Dec 2005|08:24pm] |
Oh, and as an added note:
Terriemo (another added note: I am now the only one allowed to call her that [her orders]) was talking to my mom about me sleeping with Steven. And my mom's like, "Hey. We do not discuss sexual acts in this house."
Which is a lie, because we do.
But. It's more about other people's acts; people we don't know. Or a generalization or something. My mom has always made it clear she doesnt' want to hear about my love/lust life.
Which is fine. I prefer to keep everything private anyway.
And I don't know why I'm typing this.
I guess because I can.
So I did.
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