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i hate emo, especially on commercialized holidays

It's Christmas Morning and we're about to leave for Atlanta on a trip no one wants to go on and instead of Christmas joy and familial warmth I'm full of self pity and those damn unshed tears.

And mucus. A lot of mucus.

Agh. How It's a Wonderful Life of me.

::shakes head:: I'll talk to you in a week.


The current mood of bratnatch at www.imood.com
FIN. 4:30 a.m., Saturday, Dec. 25, 2004

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