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So far, the holiday has been pretty cool. The old Lady done good. She made me a toilet seat with a bunch of funny pictures of me on it.


I'm just a little disheartend that I will be sitting bare assed on such a beautiful face.

She also gave me a ee.cummings book that is really really cool. Its a first edition. She found it a used bookstore in Berkley and I immeadiately found this in it:

i have loved, let us see if that's all.
Bit into you as teeth, in the stone
of a musical fruit. My lips pleasantly groan
on your taste. Jumped the quick wall

of your smile into stupid gardens
if this were not enough (not really enough
pulled one before the vague tough

exquisite

flowers, whom hardens
richly, darkness. On the whole
possibly have i loved....? you)
sheath before sheath

stripped to the Odour. (and here's what WhoEver will know
Had you as bite teeth;
i stood you as a foal

stands but as the trees, lay, which grow


This is going to be one of those books I'll read into my old age. Man, this guy does weird things to me. (In a completely un-gay way thank you very much.)

Anyhow, the party last Fri. was cool. I haven't played drinking games like that in years.
Tomorrow is Christmas.
The next day, a bunch of my friends and I are gonna watch all three Godfathers and make a proper Italian meal. (Well, as good as it can get for a mic with a fondness for the sauce.)

Sounds like a good weekend.

Oh, and the Packers won again. Woo-hoo.