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<p><span class="tag">diary</span> <span class="tag">livejournal</span> <span class="tag">fossils</span></p>
<p>So for Christmas, my dad got my step-mom a divorce, told her he hasn't loved her in five years (cuts their marriage down to 12 years instead of 17), called her a "good little housemaid" (uh...), and turned her into an alcoholic (she passed out after the family gathering tonight). For himself, he got a new apartment, leather furniture, a flat screen TV, and a plane ticket to Michigan to visit his long-distance squeeze.</p>
<p>I got an alarm clock. You know, to add to my collection. Instead of the tripod, two flashes, and slaver unit he told me he was getting me. I guess I can just balance my camera on top of that.</p>
<p>I got myself some honesty and would like to let certain folk know that I'm so terrified of this happening to me, that I won't let myself stay relax in any sort of relationship, and feel uncomfortable when things actually work out for more than a few months. If they don't work out, I'm so afraid to say so that I screw things up worse in the end. Sorry if I've hurt anyone.</p>
<p>I'm also giving myself the server that's been sitting in my room at my dad's (old) house for the past four years, the mah-jong set he got me when I was 13 or so, all of my books, games, skis, the guitar, some cookware..</p>
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