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[changeling]

I have been to bed already and woken up, in case you're wondering. Ma comes through and is like, "Shouldn't you be in bed? We expect you conscious tomorrow." I mean pfft. I've had about five or six hours sleep already tonight, and I'm functioning. Sleep is for the weak.

Ray messaged me at quarter to three to wish my Happy Christmas. I'm thinking, who messages people at three in the morning? I mean, WTF?

...someone who knows me, obviously.

I opened the wrapped presents in my stocking already, with only a wee bit of interest. They were exactly what I thought they'd be. Santa brought me underwear and socks again. He's clearly losing his touch. He buys presents like some infirm old grandpa. The elves should pension him off to a sunny part of Greenland and do the present buying/making themselves. They should FORM A WORKER'S UNION.

...Not to mention the distressing thought of an old beardy wierdy man buying me underwear. Eeew.

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[semplice.livejournal.com]

Santa brought me socks in my stocking, too!! But he also gave me a hair curling wand, and, more importantly, play-doh (it's PURPLE!) so I forgive him the socks and hair bands that I needed. *g*

[buhfly.livejournal.com]

He fondled them, first, too!

[spirail.livejournal.com]

ray smsed me at 3 am once to tell me that he found a guy who plays the bass if i ever wanted to start a band

[delirieuse.livejournal.com]

*facepalm* The boy's impossible, I'm telling you.

[spirail.livejournal.com]

oh it so true

*sings*
"how do you solve a problem like....ray"