We should just all up and move, start our own commune. It'd be great. I don't know how, but that sentence sounded good in my head so I typed (I'm a slave to the pretty sounds)
My dad's snoring. And I can't type so the first time I did that my dad was *snowing*. It is snowing outside, though. Nothing major, but it's nice that the weather is warming up. It's been in the negatives - *without* the windchill, mind you - for a while here. I heard Deb was having a nasty winter, too. What about you, Whit? Wet, miserable and cold?
I've decided we have to visit each other more often just to exchange gifts. We're all completely shipping retarded. We have Fed-Ex fear. It's really sad that nobody got their gifts for years just because we didn't see each other - course, it's also sad we didn't get to see each other for so long. Do you ever wonder if it'd be different if we were all together? Like if we had mutual friends and hung out all the time. I don't think we'd be any less friends, but I wonder if we'd be as open with each other. It's safe to tell people that are so far away, so removed from the situation. I don't have to worry that you guys are on the other person's side, or talking behind my back, etc. etc. etc. (I'm having such a hard time explaining this, but so so simple in my head)
I'm horribly sick, though, cold courtesy of Justin and Aaron (who is a girl) Plus I think my allergies kicked in last night. We celebrate Christmas Eve at my aunt and uncle's; they have a cat. Tigger is an evil kitty of death. I might just kill her once my eyes stop watering and burning. Getting hard to see the screen like this. Anna out. Love you!
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posted by Anna at 13:59
