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home... oh, sweet, sweet home... vacation kinda sucks. but i got cool stuff:
GIR socks from ashley!!
sexy striped knee socks from her, too... yummy.
50$ in best buy gift certificates
45$ cash
a fujifilm 1.3 megapixel digital camera
the matrix dvd
gir slippers
a silk chinese dragon purse
elf soap that smells terrific
the fourth harry potter book
a cup from holland
legolas poster
trillian pro
4 cans of chocolate penguin mints
squee's big horrible book yada yada
it seems... this is the first christmas i've ever gotten money. that's kinda... weird. anyway, pictures i took and edited with my new camera:
those are the super cool socks that ash bought for me... the shoes are old and too high and i have nothing to wear them with but that's all part of the conspiracy that the milk lies in. i just got adam and aaron's present and they rule. minties. sooo cool hyper yay. i'm home, jhonen's doing good, josh is getting a do-over and MPC is just... well, same as usually. i missed all my wittle fwiendiepoos. hug. hug hug hug.
now, i want some really creamy potato or cabbage soup and life will be grand. a lot happened over the crappy vacation time, but i'm just going to put an 'i'll do it later' message that will last forever, because i know i will never get around to writing all the shit that went down, and no one would care if i did. that's not a pity story, that's the damned truth. because i wouldn't even care, and if i don't care, i don't expect anyone else to care. put your behind in the past. or whatever. a few good things happened, too. i can't remember them at the moment, but they happened.
i'm still sick, so now i'm going to go lay down and hopefully not get up until i can feel my throat and see clearly again. i'm going to regenerate and recover from all the stress because hell-terror is staying with us for the fourth week in a row. i can't handle this, it's awful. he smells bad. he's going into puberty and his dad won't even make him take baths because do you know why? woooo, it's because HIS DAD WASHES HIM in the tub. he's almost 12 years old and his dad still soaps the washcloth, rubs, grunts, and rinses. that's fucking disgusting.
mirko: you know what really sucks?
me: you do! ...what?
GIR socks from ashley!!
sexy striped knee socks from her, too... yummy.
50$ in best buy gift certificates
45$ cash
a fujifilm 1.3 megapixel digital camera
the matrix dvd
gir slippers
a silk chinese dragon purse
elf soap that smells terrific
the fourth harry potter book
a cup from holland
legolas poster
trillian pro
4 cans of chocolate penguin mints
squee's big horrible book yada yada
it seems... this is the first christmas i've ever gotten money. that's kinda... weird. anyway, pictures i took and edited with my new camera:
those are the super cool socks that ash bought for me... the shoes are old and too high and i have nothing to wear them with but that's all part of the conspiracy that the milk lies in. i just got adam and aaron's present and they rule. minties. sooo cool hyper yay. i'm home, jhonen's doing good, josh is getting a do-over and MPC is just... well, same as usually. i missed all my wittle fwiendiepoos. hug. hug hug hug.
now, i want some really creamy potato or cabbage soup and life will be grand. a lot happened over the crappy vacation time, but i'm just going to put an 'i'll do it later' message that will last forever, because i know i will never get around to writing all the shit that went down, and no one would care if i did. that's not a pity story, that's the damned truth. because i wouldn't even care, and if i don't care, i don't expect anyone else to care. put your behind in the past. or whatever. a few good things happened, too. i can't remember them at the moment, but they happened.
i'm still sick, so now i'm going to go lay down and hopefully not get up until i can feel my throat and see clearly again. i'm going to regenerate and recover from all the stress because hell-terror is staying with us for the fourth week in a row. i can't handle this, it's awful. he smells bad. he's going into puberty and his dad won't even make him take baths because do you know why? woooo, it's because HIS DAD WASHES HIM in the tub. he's almost 12 years old and his dad still soaps the washcloth, rubs, grunts, and rinses. that's fucking disgusting.
mirko: you know what really sucks?
me: you do! ...what?