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Christmas is sort of divided for me this year. Tonight, I opened about half of my stuff, with my dad here. The rest, we'll open tomorrow, with Grandma, Alex and Coert.

I think that Grandma would prefer pretending that dad doesn't exist.

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Merry Christmas

If that's your thing. Otherwise, pretend that I know what your thing is and acted accordingly.

I can't sleep.

So... I will work on my site and vote for Lance and think about doing Dacey's challenge about Justin's birthday.

Mmm... Chrissy is so pretty.

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I'm defragging my C drive. Hope that that helps. But if not, maybe Kris'll know what's wrong.

*glares at computer*

I'm thinking of naming it Justin. So that I can call it 'Fucking Timberlake' at moments like this.

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I love my brother. He's helped me with the computer, which isn't so slow and icky now.

Right now, we're waiting for Grandma and Alex to get here before we start opening.

Score!

I got a black leather jacket! I'm evil! Wheee!

I got lots of other cool things, too.

But... black leather! So incredibly cool. I adore my mom.

Whoo!

My person that I wrote for liked my secret santa story. Much relief and happiness.

Christmas rocks, by the way. It really, really does. Both the receiving and the giving. Because, honestly, there's nothing like seeing someone adore something that you gave them. Nothing.