the BRUTAL, UGLY truth of my FABULOUS, BEAUTIFUL life.



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1:58 p.m. + 2003-12-30 = hill of beans.

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i was not but five minutes in the grandparents' door before the dreaded question was asked...

what are your plans? how the bloody hell should i know? my answer was curt, and "curt" is far too kind an adjective. i am perhaps overly defensive when it comes to future plans because i am feeling a bit lost and terribly worrywart-ish as such.

but then my marital status became the hot topic and for once in my life, i welcomed it. it's much easier to say, "no i won't be getting married any time soon" and "grandpa, i'm sure jennifer johannesson is much happier with the guy she married, i couldn't've offered her a better life." [j.johannesson would be the girl i've practically been betrothed to in my grandfather's mind since i was 15] than admit that i have not planned for post-academic purgatory accordingly.

at some point during the holiday "weekend" i sabotaged my monopoly play and accurately predicted the tension that would arise from mum and sibley's co-operative monopoly of the reds, and went to pillage the mogan-david wine (this would be the wine most lutheran churches of swedish ancestry use as communion wine). i managed to choke down a glass and half before i realised that amputating my legs with dull cutlary would be far less painful than sacremental wine ingestion. then i did a lot of sleeping and watching of tele. opened presents. scored some nice black socks which i desperately needed and a brilliantly blue shirt which would be all the rage at the office, if i had one.

have come home to a messy room, dirty laundry and a knife wrapped in swaddling cloth in the post. said-swaddling cloth, i'm fairly certain, has been involved in eastbay pornography ring involving bathtubs and green-eyed beauties. a new item to fetishise.

and now i must figure out what to do for ruddy new year's since i've already informed the family that i will not be driving to duluth to bask in the radiational glow of cheese puffs, diet soda and the latest board games unwrapped from mattsonfamiljens tree.

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