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oh, shit.
had a crazy gruesome photo to share but lofi is down. fuckers. i pay for this shit, too.

(i come across as the most potty-mouthed, grumpy person on this thing. you would never know i am pretty much roses and rainbows, like i can't watch rated r movies sometimes-- they are too violent! i dunno. what does cussing have in common with violence, anyway?)

in other news:
i have sold out.
my purchase at ralph's:
1 box powdered sugar
1 box ziploc bags "holiday"
1 box green saran wrap
1 coke.

sugar and plastic. merry christmas.

the kid had a dream that his friend from school was downstairs. all morning he has been saying quite seriously that we need to go down and let lucky in.

i have been letting him open presents. one a day. fuck it! why should i beat him off the presents everyday when i can give him one a day to keep him busy and in wonderment, AND he is going to be completely overwhelmed in tucson with gifts. fuck it, it's chanakah.

i love my friends.
i have the greatest friends in the world.
big ups to my friends.

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( aforementioned gruesome picture )

i am quite proud of these

it's been quite the project.

if you're my friend, you're cool.

i don't know if it's the holiday season getting to me or what, but i love my friends! so many beautiful people i know and for some reason they like me too! big ups to my friends bryan! and les, omy, kevin, muriel, whitney, leah, dorie, jonathan, chrissy, casey, erika!, and always scotti.
you guys rock!

mmmm,love.

trying to make a new index for bmbt. running into walls. craving some photoshop projects, but i still get no alone time. ah, sweet release, thy name is preschool. and you will be mine soon.

garbage disposal stopped working. frown.

am realizing there is going to be another hot body in this apartment for a few days after xmas.
sequojah.
dear lord.
this apartment is so small.
we can pretend we are mice, i suppose.

blissful.