the BRUTAL, UGLY truth of my FABULOUS, BEAUTIFUL life.
---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
6:53 p.m. + 2005-12-24 = julen av familjen.
---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
i smell dinner.
y'all smell a play-by-play.
already, the phrase, "you're the hardest man to shop for," has been cast in my direction.
i am fearful for what the elves have brought/given me this year; i did not, really, ask for anything... shall we say, "reasonable."
though, i honestly don't understand why an eighteen-year-old thinks buying me a new fanbelt dismisses reason since said-eighteen-year-old refuses, "on principle," to gift me the new Kanye West CD. [[she thinks she's "punk." Hot Topic is all she knows of "punk." i am so ashamed.]]
christmas step 1: eats.
...to be continued...
---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
comments?? --->[thisaway]--->[[looks to me as though there are...]]---> 0 repercussions thus far
---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
[prologue] *** [epilogue] ***[plottwist!]
[[erstwhile]] ***** [[forthwith]]