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Well fuck me Freddy, a Merry Christmas to you all. Got some simply orgasmic gifts from the folks, along with a brand new laptop that I’ve been staring at packaged for almost a month. My mother decided to be amazing, and got me the MAC lip stain I’ve been lusting after for ages. The shit’s great, and is seriously not capable of smudging or losing its color. I got the most adorably odd purse to feed my fetish. Chains and fur = awesome. I was pleasantly surprised to see Greenday’s “Dookie” album wrapped perfectly under the tree when it wasn’t even on my list. Seems as if my parent’s do listen. Some tee’s, jewelry, and a life time supply of bath and body works crap were all received. Ruling. I got some new hoops for my cartilage, maybe now it won’t be such a cunt.
It took my Dad and me about five hours to successfully get my laptop fired up. Routers and wireless connections are not fun things to play around with. Since my brother can now access my AIM profile, the link for my lj is no longer going to be in there. If you need the address to this thing, just ask.
Speaking of my brother, I spent most of the day playing old school Nintendo with him. It was nice to have him hanging around with me like when we were kids. At one point, when I kept incessantly kicking his ass at Mario Cart, he tied me up with ribbon and started dragging me around the house. My hands started losing their circulation, and in attempt to cut the ribbon from my wrists, we accidently slashed my skin. Ouch.
That’s all folks, there are Christmas cookies waiting to be eaten.
♥
It took my Dad and me about five hours to successfully get my laptop fired up. Routers and wireless connections are not fun things to play around with. Since my brother can now access my AIM profile, the link for my lj is no longer going to be in there. If you need the address to this thing, just ask.
Speaking of my brother, I spent most of the day playing old school Nintendo with him. It was nice to have him hanging around with me like when we were kids. At one point, when I kept incessantly kicking his ass at Mario Cart, he tied me up with ribbon and started dragging me around the house. My hands started losing their circulation, and in attempt to cut the ribbon from my wrists, we accidently slashed my skin. Ouch.
That’s all folks, there are Christmas cookies waiting to be eaten.
♥