Pouf!

Why is the internet such a ghost town on Christmas? The presents get opened in the morning, some relatives come over in the afternoon, and there's nothing much to do for the rest of the day. Don't you people know anything?

A girl shouldn't have to meet her second cousin for the first time when she is fifteen and he is twenty-one. She should have ample time to get to know him in his teenage years when he is awkward and dorky and annoying and completely non-likeable. This should be a law. I'm proposing it right now. Cousins should meet when they are young. Damn relatives. I think he's my second cousin...my mom's cousin's son? Is that right? Have I written about this before? I think yes. So shut up I shall.

Rufus Wainwright! I love you so. So pretty, so pretty pretty pretty. Isn't that from something? The Scarlet Ibis? Anyway, it describes Rufus perfectly. One pretty for the Rufus, one pretty for the lyrics, one pretty for the music. Multiplied by the number of Rufus CDs I recieved today and that would be six pretties.

The CD that the Hot Topic kids (the "your daughter has excellent taste in music" ones) recommended for me is called Give Up by The Postal Service. I've never heard of it, but it wasn't what I expected at all. Amazon calls it poptronica. That's an interesting word. Kind of OK Go meets Dashboard Confessional, if I had to compare it, but that's probably completely off so don't listen to me for your music reviews. (If you do already...what the hell are you thinking?) Anyway, it's "excellent" as they might say. Especially "Nothing Better." Yummy.

Between that and my new fuzzy robe, and a stereo that changes colors (doesn't get much cooler than that), I am digging Christmas this year. Yep. I said digging. Werd. Yo. Yeah. Laying off the graham-cracker chocolate poufs starting now.

I really love the word pouf. Not poof. *Pouf.*

2003-12-25 @ 8:00 p.m.

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