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Something like faith.

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Location: Kingston, Ontario, Canada

With all the issues under the sun.

Friday, December 23

Solidly acclaimed as a flop, I find myself enjoying the sappy ballads of the Backstreetboys newest album. go figure: I'm crazy.

I've been mostly updating my livejournal lately, and even then only with short little blurbs that can be summed up in one sentence. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. Turns out it holds true for me, too.

I think i hate the holidays. I can't go home, and so i find that all the work has actually been sort of nice in the sense that all the spare time I have is spent comatose on the couch. I don't exactly have a lot of time to mope. Last night was the first night I had three free hours. It figures that last night was the night where I had seen EVERY RERUN ON TV. That blows: it makes me think I need a new hobby. Or at least sattelite.

Anyhow. I have Christmas off. If I don't update before then (and i know right now that this is more of a wankfest than anything else, as people have stopped checking this), Merry Christmas! (it's a celebration, bitches)