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23 December 2007
I am not really a big fan of my parents at this particular moment. Well, that's not entirely accurate, it's my dad in particular that I'm not really rooting for. I think it's way more acceptable for me to act like an adolescent than it is for him, since at 18 I am technically still a teenager and at 45, he is decidedly not.
Ugh! The holidays are such a pain in the ass.
♥ yours truly. ;
"And I asked myself about the present: how wide it was, how deep it was, how much was mine to keep." --Kurt Vonnegut, Slaughterhouse-Five