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Saturday, December 24, 2005
Christmas Eve '05

the day before Christmas.

the day i have a really nice hot plate dinner with my mum and dad. very nice cuz the other idiot isn't around. so much to eat, so little stomach space =)

the night i stay home after dinner. the tv and my OC for company. everyone has some where to go, or some christmas service to go to. mine's tmr evening, the same one i go every sunday. i guess i'll just spend this night hanging stuff up on my ceiling and finish up the shirt i was making. how happening huh =)

well, at least i got 2 little gifts. Santa decided to give me the CD i always wanted, #1's Destiny's Child, while i was sleeping the whole day after a not-too-nice-sleep @ chalet. and i got a small metallic clutch bag from my cousin with money stashed in it. now i can pay off my debts. Great how these things happen when i'm pulling my hair out over money issues. indeed blessed.

now let me spend a quiet evening alone at home, finishing unfinished business.

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