This is from a letter from my father, which he sent to several dozen people, so I don't think he'll mind me excerpting it here. He gets one date wrong--I moved to Boston in 1987 not 1986, but that doesn't affect the meaning of this piece.

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Maybe part of the reason I loathe Christmas is that it (that is to say, the everpresent monthlong promotion of it) coincides with the onset of my Seasonal Affected Disorder.

You wouldn't think I would need to make a post like this, since I literally take a picture every day and say something about my life. But 3:00 doesn't tell the whole story, and it doesn't get off my chest what I need to right now, I guess ( Read more... )

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Dad and I are unified in our hatred of all holidays, so I'll just post this in the spirit of "Holy crap, look at the cool picture I found of my dad!"


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As much as I'm trying to be calmly disengaged from "the holiday season" (rather than simmering with rage, as is my tradition), I have to say something ( Read more... )

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Amazing. Alexis posts that she has stuff to give away, and her friends actually want it! Well, it IS Hello Kitty stuff ( Read more... )

( You know what always follows 'no offense' )