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Friday, December 08, 2006
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Day 8
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Dear Santa,
A lot of people write to you like you are substitute for god or something. Hell, maybe you ARE a substitute for god to some people. I don't know. This year...this year i'll be no different. Because if you are the all-knowing Santa, and you really do have magical powers or something, then maybe just maybe you'll bring me something I want.
But you can't do that, can you? Because you aren't real. So, maybe if I write to you like you are real, you'll hear me and bring me the stuff that I lost this year. And i've lost a lot. I know, I know it could be worse, I could have been killed in a freak napalming accident, or I could have contracted ebola, or something along those lines, but just look at my list for a second and consider it carefully.
Like, my dog. She's dead and I want her back. NO, no, step away from the pet store, I don't want THAT dog. I want MY dog. Not possible? Damn. I was hoping you wouldn't say that.
I also want my grandfather to be able to tack on an extra several years to those months the doctors gave him recently. That would be nice. You know, it would be nice if this probably weren't his last Christmas because we love him. We don't want him to leave us.
Oh speaking of which, I'd like my belief in my life back. That went MIA awhile back and I haven't seen it since. In fact, I'm starting to think that belief I thought I had? Yeah, it really never existed at all. But you probably haven't seen it either, have you? No? Didn't think so.
So in absence of any and all things that would truly make my life one that I'd like to live once again, I'm simply going to ask for the little things.
Like: The Television Without Pity book, the new Sims 2 expansion pack, some mint-flavored chocolate, my own hip flask (since clearly I need it), and some stripey socks.
And... a pony. I can't forget the pony.
Merry Damn Christmas,
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posted by purplefishy
4:00 PM
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Ponies go poop. A lot. Just a word to the wise. This can be tricky, especially if you have shag carpeting in the living room, which would simply be a nightmare. ~LA
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Boy, can I relate to this entry. Getting my belief in my life back would be high on my wish list, too. But I guess I'll settle for an ipod...
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Ponies go poop. A lot. Just a word to the wise. This can be tricky, especially if you have shag carpeting in the living room, which would simply be a nightmare. ~LA