Although the true meaning of Christmas is totally lost on some, the past few days have been truly fun and relaxing.
I really need to stop going to bed at 5 in the morning.
The guys at the dive shop are probably gonna roast me for missing so many lunch appointments.
New Year's is up in less than two days.
No sappy posts.
I solemnly promise.
Even though I'll probably be with some friends in a club, I'm sure there are way better ways to usher 2012 in.
Meh.
Jon.
Alan: She looks up to me. She thinks I’m special. She thinks I’m smart.
Charlie: She thinks gazpacho is Pinocchio’s father.
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