since I'm feelin' speeded at the same time as I'm feelin' completely monkied in mah gulliver this'll prolly be fukkt-upp as per usual when I'm scribblin' this here rubbish...

One day till X-maz and I don't know what ta feel or do. I'm not go into the whole what christmas is all about, it's been done before, more pretentious and commercial than I care to comment, write and philosofy on.

Usually I'm pretty HC-naxi about grammar and spelling but now I can't stop my fingers from hammering my poor keyboard.

Wyclef on 11, fair amount of my prescribed drugs blending in the bloodhighway usually results in a completenNONSENSEthoughtMUMBOjumbomanodepressiveWONDERFUL
amount of irrational behaviour on my part.
I hate not to have anyone not to blabber this nonsense woith so I can land with both mind and heart in one piece.

anywayz...

I reckon this holyday's gonna be as the past year;
food, forced socializing with relatives you ever hardly hear nor care to spend time with, opening presents that aren't wished for, giving away presents that aren't wished for, fair amount of alco round the dinnertable whilst remeniscing events of Christmas Past and dreaming of future things Yet to Come.

All in all, it's kinda neat and cosy, in a naïve way.

Too bad I'm not particapating.