make a left and then a what?!
this christmas sucks.
my presents...aren't me. it's not that they're not what i wanted or anything, but they are just not me. I don't know. It's awesome that they're for me - that people took the time to get them for me, and that they're meant for me. I just don't know.
i asked my parents for only two things. I didn't want anything. An electric razor and Finding Nemo. That was all I wanted this Christmas. The razor isn't the one I wanted because my Mom didn't wait to ask me which was the one, and she didn't getting my Find Nemo. Bummer. Instead I got a whole bunch of junk that will sit on my desk till 2005.
and even more on this shitty Christmas day...I was going to ask John Boy out when we visited next, and I wanted him to be my boyfriend. But now he's more distant in our thought processes than ever before, and I don't think it's a good idea now. Not after the way he hung up the phone last night. =(
christ, call me scrooge. I hate the holidays right now.
my presents...aren't me. it's not that they're not what i wanted or anything, but they are just not me. I don't know. It's awesome that they're for me - that people took the time to get them for me, and that they're meant for me. I just don't know.
i asked my parents for only two things. I didn't want anything. An electric razor and Finding Nemo. That was all I wanted this Christmas. The razor isn't the one I wanted because my Mom didn't wait to ask me which was the one, and she didn't getting my Find Nemo. Bummer. Instead I got a whole bunch of junk that will sit on my desk till 2005.
and even more on this shitty Christmas day...I was going to ask John Boy out when we visited next, and I wanted him to be my boyfriend. But now he's more distant in our thought processes than ever before, and I don't think it's a good idea now. Not after the way he hung up the phone last night. =(
christ, call me scrooge. I hate the holidays right now.