It rained last night, turning the inches of snow into a melting slush. I'm dreaming of a wet Christmas.
Best pick-up lines of the Holidays: "I want you to open my package", "Why don't you jingle my balls", and "Stroke my Yule Log, and I'll promise you a White Christmas."
I forgot how awesome Home Alone really is.
I've always been tempted to simply take that big-ass bowl of collection money at church. Oh, the things I could buy! The things!
Discovery Channel had a history/forensics show trying to reconstruct what Santa Claus would have looked like in real life.
I am the undisputed king of Soulcalibur III, for my cousin Oliver cannot beat me in that video game.
The Holiday is all about pies, cookies, and a subsequent social-image disorder.
Although, idealistically, I was hoping to get a digital SLR camera for Christmas, I managed to get the small, simple things that I asked for, and I can't be anymore content.
Now I have enough money to celebrate New Years in the city.
If you asked for a Christmakwaanzukah card and mixed CD from me, and you're in the Chicagoland area, try and pick it up. Everyone else -- namely my cousin Mel, Caroline, Tim, and Aaron -- please check your mail in the near future.
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