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It's Christmas Eve's Eve, so I believe its time for a little holiday spirit.
This is to all of you guys who actually read this thing.
This is to all of you guys who don't read this thing, but still give me e-mails on occasion.
This is to all of you guys who don't read this thing, but I still periodically talk to you or leave weird messages on your cell phones.
This is to all of you guys who I haven't talked to since I left, but still take the time every now and then to go, 'I wonder what happened to Dami...'
This is to all of you guys who haven't even noticed I've left.
This is to all you guys who at any given time have participated in criminal acts (and that would be most of you), mud-wrestled and grappled and raced, climbed trees, chugged caffiene, been kicked out of stores, watched zombie movies while eating tacos, eaten tacos in the dead of night because we fucking felt like it, walked to 7/11 stores in the dead of night even though we knew it wouldn't be open, played Hide-And-Seek in the dead of night no matter where we were, rescued crutches from quicksand in abandomned construction sites, been hit by cars, mooched food and allowed food to be mooched, drove the people who work in the movie theaters nuts, drove the people in the movie theaters nuts (I might mention, 'I can't believe Riddick dies!'), climbed on roofs, ridden on cars (not in, on), shared books with the acceptance that you may not them again in the next year, let every lingering amount of your silver change be mooched with the knowlege that no matter what the moocher says, you'll never see it again, and doing all of this either with me, or at least telling me about it after the fact.
MERRY MOTHERFUCKING CHRISTMAS, AND A HAPPY NEW YEAR.
Well, now that everyone is good and nauseated, I'm gonna go bumm on DA.
See ya next year!
This is to all of you guys who actually read this thing.
This is to all of you guys who don't read this thing, but still give me e-mails on occasion.
This is to all of you guys who don't read this thing, but I still periodically talk to you or leave weird messages on your cell phones.
This is to all of you guys who I haven't talked to since I left, but still take the time every now and then to go, 'I wonder what happened to Dami...'
This is to all of you guys who haven't even noticed I've left.
This is to all you guys who at any given time have participated in criminal acts (and that would be most of you), mud-wrestled and grappled and raced, climbed trees, chugged caffiene, been kicked out of stores, watched zombie movies while eating tacos, eaten tacos in the dead of night because we fucking felt like it, walked to 7/11 stores in the dead of night even though we knew it wouldn't be open, played Hide-And-Seek in the dead of night no matter where we were, rescued crutches from quicksand in abandomned construction sites, been hit by cars, mooched food and allowed food to be mooched, drove the people who work in the movie theaters nuts, drove the people in the movie theaters nuts (I might mention, 'I can't believe Riddick dies!'), climbed on roofs, ridden on cars (not in, on), shared books with the acceptance that you may not them again in the next year, let every lingering amount of your silver change be mooched with the knowlege that no matter what the moocher says, you'll never see it again, and doing all of this either with me, or at least telling me about it after the fact.
MERRY MOTHERFUCKING CHRISTMAS, AND A HAPPY NEW YEAR.
Well, now that everyone is good and nauseated, I'm gonna go bumm on DA.
See ya next year!
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Date: 2007-12-24 05:57 pm (UTC)From:Manda: My mom asked me what I wanted for Christmas. I said Dami. She asked me what I wanted besides Dami. I said Dami again. Mom told me I can't get you Dami for Christmas. Yes You CAAAAAN!!! No, Manda I can't. Santa CAn!
So Dami yah we miss you and want you for Christmas. So if the big red paedophile in the sky comes and abducts you it's our fault.
On another note I left your present with your mom.
Yeah I've moved twice since I last told you. I'm still at USF and my phone number is 813-846-3675 in case you wanted to know.
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Date: 2007-12-25 09:23 am (UTC)From:HAVE A MERRY ONE AND DON'T DRINK TOO MUCH!
Meeeeeerrrrryyyy x-mas bizatch
Date: 2007-12-26 01:34 am (UTC)From:*sniff* It's true!!! My mom was all: You want Dami for christmas? I was all... duh. So she didn't know what to get me, so I got a bathrobe and some cash. :)
Go me.
Mergle. I wish I had some eggnog... Noggie noggie eggnog... (Don't ask, I'm stoned. :) Yay meds!!!)
MISS J00!!
Re: Meeeeeerrrrryyyy x-mas bizatch
Date: 2007-12-26 08:16 am (UTC)From:Dude, eggnog is for sucks. Champagne. Lots of it. Before Chruch.
YUSS.
Did you get my text?