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Goddamn, as of late my life has been almost as blank as the expression on Britney Spear's face when she's asked an intelligent question.

On Christmas Day I visited my aunt and uncle, and I felt like a small shrine the way my aunt found it necessary to provide me with multitudes of food offerings. At one point I decided it would be safe to take a piece of fudge from a nearby table, but before it was put in the general vicinity of my mouth, caramel-covered trail mix was being dumped into my other hand. During dinner, I observed possibly the largest potato I have ever laid eyes on. Small animals would've been frightened by such a potato. After that, I opened the gift my aunt and uncle had bought for me, which, much to my delight, was a book about Japan. Then the rest of the night was shot chatting with my koishii online.

Since then, the days have all blended together, sort of like a comic strip where one day can stretch for over a decade in the real world. Today I ventured out of the house to examine various digital cameras, and, well, yeah. This one pudgy dude with a monotonous voice at Office Max seemed appalled when I told him that I couldn't purchase a certain digital camera he fancied because my laptop doesn't have a floppy drive. I could just see all respect he previously had for me draining from his rotund little body.

Later when I was gathering information from a Best Buy employee, I was asked what exactly I wanted a digital camera for in the first place -- "to print things out, or e-mail pictures to relatives, or what?"

I thought about telling him I wanted a digital camera so I could create homemade porn for my boyfriend. You know, just to get an intriguing reaction.

In the end I stuck with "to print things out."