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Whose great idea was it to use blue lights at holiday time and how many ways can I kill them? Honestly, they just burn my retinas, to the point of involuntary gagging and wretching.

Other than that, I love the holidays! Looking forward to making my candy cane crackle! Yay!!

I have a migrane. It's not fun.

I wish the weather would make up its mind; this vacillating between spring and frigid winter is hurting my brain.

I've said it once before, and I'll say it again; bah.

That's right.

Bah.

Mmm... Thai food makes me SO happy. Really.

So, it snowed here, yet again. It really is winter, and I hate to love it. Ice skating, hot chocolate with teeny marshmallows, and flannel pajamas all signify winter's arrival, and I love them all!

Currently listening to Fiona Apple's first cd; what happened to her?

As much as I hate winter, there's something very Rockwellian about a freshly snowed street and rooftops. I realise, however, that I have to shovel the sidewalk, because someone might slip and die.

I then become sad and grumbly.

p.s. By the way, if you're not wearing properly-tredded winter footwear when you see with your own eyes that there is snow/ice/slush, you just might deserve...
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Sigh. I enjoyed the strawberry frozen yogurt, but Rent sucked. Oh well.

Happy American Thanksgiving to all Americans, especially the one I'm banging.

*kiss to everyone!*

I'm going to see Rent in a couple of hours. Yay! And I also get to enjoy strawberry frozen yogurt. It's the best thing to have at the movies.

It's stupid cold today. Bloody winter.

Wow. Saw Harry Potter last night and, my *God*, it was HORRIBLE. And not because key elements from the book were left out of the movie; that's to be expected in a 2.5 movie, and I reconciled myself to that fact even before I stepped into the theatre. But, when I go to watch any movie, I expect, oh I don't know, acting? Some semblance...
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Monday, Monday. You know what I really can't stand? When you're talking about your problems with someone, and said problems really have absolutely *nothing* to do with the person you're conversing with, yet, somehow, it's all about them? Bah. Makes me angry. Like, dude, you are NOT the centre of everyone's universe.

It's cold here in Toronto.

My head hurts. I'm tired. I suck.

Double bah.

Argh. My brain is broken.

Bah.