The Twelve Days of Christmas: Day Three
Day Three: Princeton’s “Where’s My Christmas Morning”
*Note to Mom and anyone else easily offended [no offense, Mom]: You might want to skip the audio. It’s hilarious, but definitely irreverent)
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I am 29 years old.
I have a fake birthday - it's September 23rd. I have a real birthday too, but I like the way I write September 23rd.I don't own a pair of white socks (or black socks). I hate the mall. I sing in my car. Sometimes I dance too.
I eat donuts for dinner.
My closet is color-coded. I am not welcome at my high school. I have never owned a plant that lived.
I usually beat my alarm clock by ten minutes. I read The Jungle when I was 15, and I haven't eaten red meat since.
I spent the first 18 years of my life in Belton, South Carolina, population 4,561. I have wanted, at various times in my life, to be an astronaut, a seismologist, and a postman.
I have a fear of standing water.
I once successfully acted out the word "colloquialism" in charades.
If you play Red Faction, you know me as Ender or PixelGirl; you were pwned. I have been in 5 weddings, none of them my own.
I've taken a liking to this fellow named Jens.
I am a Pentaxian.
aravis121 [at] hotmail.com
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