i suppose it is my duty now to write about the a.v.s.c.c.
for the last three years or so, my friends have made a point of spending a late night together celebrating jesus day together with gifts and a whole lot of yelling.
more than a christmas party, the 'a very special christmas celebration' is one of my favorite traditions.
i recieved some rubber cement, which was sadly thrown out with the packaging, from bill the boob bandit.
as well as some rather rare comics from my friend daniel.
a biography of andy kaufman, a hero of mine, from my friend zak.
some t.s eliot (which i love) and most importanly clay aiken's biography "learning how to sing".
(a gift i recieved because an old lady once told me that i "look just like clay aiken". something that my mom completly agreed with when i told her this morning.)
i dont think i'll ever be as close to any friend as i am to them. i dont think i will ever feel as comfortable in a room full of people.
merry christmas everyone!
11:33 a.m. - 2005-12-24
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