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I've narrowed the search down to one of these two kits to blow all of my money on. I could save my money for something far more practical, but a bit of spontaneity could really do me a lot of good right now. I've always loved playing the drums, and its been far too long since i've done anything serious with them. Time to get a band going, and take over the world (Or at least get some gigs at dive bars around Phoenix. Gotta start somewhere, right?).

Santa was good to me this year. Gift cards, DVD's, money, yada yada yada...

Christmas day was good, until my mother's insane work clients popped in and joined us for dinner. For the sake of privacy, we'll call this couple "Mitch and Sharon". Sharon was a lovely, polite lady. She did her best to make pleasant dinner conversation, and actually showed and interest in what myself and my sister had to say.

Mitch, on the other hand, reaffirmed my general hatred for the human race. He reminded me that, yes, there really are some bad mother fuckers out there in this world who can throw on a pretty fantastic facade when the time calls for it, while still having it in them to show their true selves when they feel comfortable enough. This guy is scum. The lowest form of human life. You wanna know what this guy's dinner conversation consisted of? Making snide sexual remarks to my sister, pulling out lame fart jokes, and telling both Jill and I that both he and society will see us as failures if we don't obtain a masters...

This is coming from the guy who has two masters degrees and is on the verge of declaring bankrupcy.

I could have a best selling book published filled with nothing but nasty, hateful things that can be said about this man. Nothing beats spending Christmas dinner with a right wing fundamentalist telling me how much of a failure i'm going to be, while "sneakily" trying to coax my sister into a three way with him and his girlfriend, who at this point was embarrassed beyond all comprehension. Merry Fucking Christmas.

...grr...

Anyway, i'm putting all of that behind me. Next time I have to see Mitchy-boy it'll be because i'm stabbing him in that empty gap where his heart should be with the knife my mother's boyfriend gave me for Christmas.

Oh yeah, so my mother's boyfriend got me a knife for Christmas. Cool, huh?

Despite the dinner part, Christmas was a fun day this year. Lots of laughs, and happy customers in the present department. I thought my mother was going to shit when she opened the newest DVD of The Soprano's that my sister and I bought for her. Good stuff.

Hope you guys had a blast this year, and got all the cool little goodies you could possibly want. It's late. Time for some fucking rest.