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No Christmas tree this year. I'm so sad. It just comes down to either buying gifts or getting a tree, and I shouldn't be selfish. I'll get one next year. Of course, I've said that for 3 years now....

It is snowing, sleeting, raining, thundering, and lightening outside right now. It's a precipitation medley complete with sound effects and a light show.

Say this outloud: "Chunky Cut Yellow Cling Peaches". Isn't that GREEEAAAATTT??!!! I don't even eat canned peaches but the way those words work together ... well, I was forced to buy a can. I can't stop saying it. Beauuuteeefullll.

I fucking love Christmas. I don't have a wishlist because 1)I'm lazy, and 2) There's no point -- I don't know anyone cool enough to shop for me on the internet. My parents will just round up some goodies at Walmart probably. Or, I won't get anything because my dad paid some...er...several overdue parking tickets for me. Either way, no piano for me. No piano lessons. No digital camera with a remote so I can take my own naked pictures. No video camera so I can go around documenting every weirdo I see. Nothing music related. EVER. I don't think my parents realize how important music is to me.

I'm excited about Christmas mainly because we're going to my grandparents' and they have a fucking piano and I'm going to sit there and play all fucking day.

Anyway, my point is, I'm too cool for a wishlist but if you want to send a greeting or some holiday cheer, my address is 217 Roseneath Rd. Richmond, Va 23221. I love mail. And I love you. Sure.