It is that time of the year again when my parents, social as they are, hold their annual Christmas party. After being paraded by my mother in front of her friends tonight, I was told to look after the children. I chose to interpret that as "take a bottle of champagne and do whatever the hell you want
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Well.
Happy Christmas, Lisa.
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It was not all that happy, but okay.
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I'm sorry it was just okay, then. I think Christmas should be better than that, so since it wasn't... Well, that sucks?
Did you like the photo?
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Even though It does not speak to me now, I somehow wrote down notes in my drunken stupor. Apparently I will win the Nobel Prize for Kickboxing and defeat the Abominable Snowman 3:2. Or is that 32 times?
I do, it is very lovely. Wait, are you trying that friend thing again?
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It's hard to ignore the piercing laugh and those starring eyes, but do try!
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Though I am glad I am no longer in Its presence, I offer my condolences for you and your family.
Interesting hair, by the way. Are you in need of a pair of scissors?
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Are you up for getting some sandwiches and beer tomorrow? I need to be saved from my family.
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You know I never turn down beer a good sandwich. Besides, I have yet to see the sun since I came home and I am on the path to insanity.
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Righto, I'll drop by this evening.
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