that I was truly happy that I don't drink, because I would be drunk. I'm not saying that because I want to drink, but I am craving a walk, and I wager it's the same feeling.
A release is a release, I just happen to have one that is less damaging to my spirit and liver.
Shopping was fun, bought a "terrorist" scarf, mom payed for it so that she could pretend that I got Christmas presents.
No one bought me anything since I wasn't coming home, how lame is that? Since I wasn't able to see them originally, I wasn't eligible for a present.
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