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Dec 19, 2007 09:08

Holidays make every feeling shift toward its extreme. People get more ignorant, more lovey dovey, more douchey douchey. And more baby boi-ey, baby boi-ey. We all know what that's about!

I sometimes have a feeling of believing in predetermination, as if things were meant to be this way, and all the past events have been signs misread. I don't like that idea. It undermines our free will with some divine plan. Anyway, the point is I think I've interpreted things too heavily, and I like the idea of giving my own life shape.

So far, I like my enthusiasm in life. I've hit some low points, but things scab over, become hardened, calloused.
My brother is now my father/brother  figure, who will probably last longer than me. I have no developed role model, but I'd like to think that I don't need one. It'd be another person to depend on, I'm currently satisfied with my instincts, and I already explore through that uncertain darkness wearing shinpads.

Unlit white candles
candy, flirtation under
plastic mistletoe

I'm off to go get some more prezntz. You be good.
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