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So, I don't hate Christmas, but I really do. More traffic, crappy music, obligations of going to the mall. It's all hell to me. I like getting together with my family, they're amusing, but are they really worth me having a brain aneurysm while trying to drive to the house of mass shopping? I think not. In fact I think that they would be sad if I died, well at least until they realized that they could keep my presents.
Ugh, I must face the mall and soon. Time is running out.
Ugh, I must face the mall and soon. Time is running out.