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Look! I'm too sleepy and drunk to be typing a diary entry right now, but who wants to make something out of it? Huh? That's what I thought. Randomness cuz "segue" is a bad word tonight. Tofurky Kielbasa is vile and stole my Christmas. My mother's pierogi, on the other hand, is delicious. Christmas was saved. Huzzah. I can't find my fucking Feel the Cheer, Goddamnit compilation so no Christmas in Compton this year. I am sad. BUT! I bookmarked the Amazon page for the Wham! Last Christmas single and George Michael looking so fucking happy and jolly in his Santa hat makes me happy. I will own this and will gaily shank anyone who tries to get in my way. For the tenth year in a row, I listened to William S. Burroughs' The Priest They Called Him while getting hammered. If that doesn't spell CHEER, than I don't know what does. I'm worried. Does it make me a bad person cuz I wrapped all my gifts with newspaper and duct tape and cut up plastic bags? They look nice, I swear! It's just...oh, I don't know. I think I fucked up my knee chasing the puppy around the squirrel cage tonight after drinking a bit too much wine. I've spent more time playing DOOM today than anything else in the whole world. Christmas equals punching repto-demon-things into blood pudding. Woo. Happy fucking holidays. Forever 23, my ass - 01.25.06 P-Nutz - 01.20.06 My nose hurts - 01.16.06 And really bad eggs - 01.13.06 I ain't no Alex Trebek - 01.11.06 � |
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