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I will buy you a new life
Dec. 26th, 2005 07:31 amConfession time. I'm going to miss the Christmas music.
If you're curious about the Christmas haul this year, here's my list:
-a bike [and chain lock and cutesy nameplate that I will never use as I resent the hell out of the fact that my name is never available and you must create your own.]
-black hoodie. woo!
-charmed: power of three, or whatever the companion book is actually called.
-chobits #6. fab, now I need to hunt down four and five, and try not to weep over the widget having bent the hell out of #6.
-socks from tiggy
-new fall out boy CD from the boy
-mr & mrs. smith on dvd [the excitement, you have no idea. none.]
- and my stocking had eye makeup, to replace the stuff that fell on the floor and was killed when the effing toilet overflowed. while some I would never have bought for myself, 'Santa' did manage to replace the one thing I was most upset over losing. My NYC eyeliner duet in purple and black. *sniffle*
-myscene uno! which apparently added new cards. o_O
I found my Christmas spirit and lost it shortly thereafter. I'm not working Christmas Eve next year, no matter where I work. I'm sorry, but it sucked beyond horribly. I don't know if last year was just as bad and I blanked out, or if people are just growing more obnoxious by the year, but aaaaaaaaaaugh! Stories to come.
I'm about to go try the new bike. I'm not sure why I wanted one, but I did, and Mom clung to that notion very, very tightly.
Is there mail today? I hope so. I've got a slight case of the after Christmas blues, and I don't know why. Maybe the relative lack of surprises [seriously, the only things I didn't see coming were the CD, chobits, and the stuff for the bike] or my brother throwing a silent hissy fit, or realizing that the pants I bought Dad were the wrong size, or my nephew being a pain in the arse until about two seconds before I went to sleep when he wanted to play with the Pullips, and I was too tired [literally, people] to move, so I called for his father, and he put Lor down so fast and gave me this, "please don't tell him" kind of look... Maybe all this combined with an extremely long phone call that didn't really cheer me up as much as I thought it would just didn't help much.
Or maybe I just need pie.
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If you're curious about the Christmas haul this year, here's my list:
-a bike [and chain lock and cutesy nameplate that I will never use as I resent the hell out of the fact that my name is never available and you must create your own.]
-black hoodie. woo!
-charmed: power of three, or whatever the companion book is actually called.
-chobits #6. fab, now I need to hunt down four and five, and try not to weep over the widget having bent the hell out of #6.
-socks from tiggy
-new fall out boy CD from the boy
-mr & mrs. smith on dvd [the excitement, you have no idea. none.]
- and my stocking had eye makeup, to replace the stuff that fell on the floor and was killed when the effing toilet overflowed. while some I would never have bought for myself, 'Santa' did manage to replace the one thing I was most upset over losing. My NYC eyeliner duet in purple and black. *sniffle*
-myscene uno! which apparently added new cards. o_O
I found my Christmas spirit and lost it shortly thereafter. I'm not working Christmas Eve next year, no matter where I work. I'm sorry, but it sucked beyond horribly. I don't know if last year was just as bad and I blanked out, or if people are just growing more obnoxious by the year, but aaaaaaaaaaugh! Stories to come.
I'm about to go try the new bike. I'm not sure why I wanted one, but I did, and Mom clung to that notion very, very tightly.
Is there mail today? I hope so. I've got a slight case of the after Christmas blues, and I don't know why. Maybe the relative lack of surprises [seriously, the only things I didn't see coming were the CD, chobits, and the stuff for the bike] or my brother throwing a silent hissy fit, or realizing that the pants I bought Dad were the wrong size, or my nephew being a pain in the arse until about two seconds before I went to sleep when he wanted to play with the Pullips, and I was too tired [literally, people] to move, so I called for his father, and he put Lor down so fast and gave me this, "please don't tell him" kind of look... Maybe all this combined with an extremely long phone call that didn't really cheer me up as much as I thought it would just didn't help much.
Or maybe I just need pie.
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