The girl of my dreams is in Paris for two weeks. The girl I'm using as a front to keep the girl of my dreams from messing with me is starting to get silly. Lauren's a cool girl, but we don't click so well, and Zella's always on my mind.
Not that I cheat on her, because I don't. Zella and I will hug, and that's it. But I can't get Zella out of my head, either. sigh I have to earn some money. I ought to get a job, but working for my parents suffices for the most part. There are so many things I want to buy. Incesticide (Nivana cd) for Lauren, Abbey Road for my dad, bath shit for mommy, paper so I can paint something for Jophie boy (my brother), incense, more beeswax candles, chenille pillows so my bed is super comfy, and more paint.
I think it's sad that christmas is so much about presents. There should be something else that people do on a holiday besides eat and do the whole consumerism thing. I think that instead of giving presents, every family should do something fun together. Like going ice skating. Giving stuff is okay too, but the christmas lists and santa and shit ain't all that great. It'd be nice if the focus was more on people you love and not things you buy.
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