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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.

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.

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.

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..