Fun With Insurance

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December 24, 2005

Merry Christmas everyone!
It's now three in the morning, and my current trend of insomnia is holding true. Well, at least, insomnia as far as I'm still awake. I haven't exactly gotten off the computer to try to sleep.

So, it being Christmas Eve, I... something. I forget what I was typing already. The fact that I'm talking on msn at the same time as writing this isn't helping my train of thought, nor the fact that my mind wonders when I'm tired and I get stupid and random. But I like stupid randomness, and Christmas wouldn't be the same without it.

Santa Claus is.. fuck it, I'm tired. If you want to laugh, go read Little Women.

  
 
 

 

 

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By reading this you are now legally and mystically obligated to return at least once a week, lest your eyeballs melt and whatever
genitalia you possess fall off (or out, or... you know what, they'll just melt too). I reserve the right to lease your soul
and paint it any colour I wish.

Please don't steal from me. Unless it's for a good reason. The only good reason being
I've made your eyeballs melt and your genitals liquefy. And only then if the revenge is epic
in scope, and you promise to let me win.

Thank you, that is all