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weird new yorker snob moment: church services out here in california seem so, um, unprofessional! silent night sung out-of-tune, with candles melting down the sleeve of your red argyle abercrombie and fitch sweater, accompanied by a guitar, and, oh yes, a harmonica. i guess all that high church i get in manhattan has me spoiled.
while it was cool to watch my nephews and nieces squeal over santa claus and barbie bake-with-me ovens and legos and those lawnmower-cornpopper things, i got totally shafted by my secret santa and emerged from the tree gift-less. my family does s.s. because there's too many of us, which is great unless you get the family flake as your givee. unlucky me. i'm treating myself to an extra slice of pie now.
bah humbug (but doesn't really give a shit about all this christmas gift-giving crap in reality),
dante woo