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Dec 20, 2006 10:02

there is throbbing when there ought not to be and damnit the faeries left too soon! maybe that's the cause, the entertainment of fae delight vacated and left vaccuous space that can only be filled by....pain? that's not right.

in what way will the emotions of a young man be rent by misunderstanding and a lack of confidence/lack in confidence. emotions should not be weilded as though they are knives.

waterparks are fun. even the indoor kinds.

"learn as though you'll live forever

live....as though you'll die tomorrow"

*rumblrumblrumbl*

yeah, my car, Switch be his name, has a new motor and clutch. I just want to drive him today.

I'm thinking that if I have Friday off like I've just heard I might, if anyone wants to come on a little drive up Mt. Horeb/Holy Hill way, and enjoy the melding of man machine and road, they should let me know.

And just to set the record straight: Christmas is a usurpation of the old Roman pagan holiday Saturnalia. The christians needed a way to bring the heathens inline with new christian beliefs and so began reassigning all pagan holidays new christian names and traditions. The traditions were not too new, however, as they holiday had to bear enough resemblance to the pagan traditions to keep the pagans interested.

This is the truth as admitted by the Catholic church and not just my opinion. I am not criticizing the church, in this post, just stating a truth. And I am only stating this because I was forced into an argument by Sarah's sister-in-law and it occured to me that most of our generation has no fucking clue why Christ's birthday is celebrated on Dec. 25, when historians have proven that his birthday was most likely not on Dec. 25. Saturnalia, however, was.

So anyway, Merry Yule, Merry Christmas, Merry Chanukah, and what the hell, Merry Kwanzaa. But if I have to hear that "it's the most wonderful time of the year" song again, the only thing merry will be newspapers as they report a killing spree in Milwaukee.
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