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You think the metallic smell of tinsel is intoxicating and keep walking past the lengths of it that are draped around the office, slowly. You think the "V" in TV stands for something other than "vision". You think you smelt French Fancies as you entered the room, but you hope it is the special winter version, cakes covered in snow. You ask to be sent a robin through the post, a slightly damaged tree decoration that you remember from your childhood. You are still convinced that "No Surprises" is a Christmas song. You have nothing planned for New Year, but for the first time since you became aware of celebrating, you are not sure it really matters.
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Date: 2004-12-14 03:51 am (UTC)There's are decorations going up around here today, I had a fake pine cone and leaves on my PC base unit and one purple bobble.
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Date: 2004-12-14 03:56 am (UTC)"And nothing ever happens
Nothing happens at all
And the needle returns to the start of the song
And we all sing along like before
And we'll all be lonely tonight, and lonely tomorrow"
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Date: 2004-12-15 03:10 am (UTC)A cracker goblin lured the poor thing into the possibly sparking festive treat, where the goblin happened to reside, using a trail of flys.
As we all know, frogs are far fonder of flys (something they regard as a culinary delight) then cracker-dwelling-goblins, who find flys hard to digest but happen to be naturally gifted when it comes to capturing the little critters and indeed, in turn, frogs. Which they especially enjoy with a fruity, full bodied, south american red wine.
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Date: 2004-12-14 07:49 am (UTC)I've been invited to one but there was no mention of snow-people and I really don't think it'll be my kind of thing. I will probably go anyway.
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Date: 2004-12-14 03:58 am (UTC)yes.. I hate it though!
"You think you smelt French Fancies as you entered the room"
Substitute french fancy for freshly baked bread and you just got what I experienced walking in to my office.. not sure why though!
"You have nothing planned for New Year, but for the first time since you became aware of celebrating, you are not sure it really matters."
Yup - nothing planned and its not really that big a deal.
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Date: 2004-12-14 06:01 am (UTC)Offices smell weird, I think. Mine smelt of cakes the other day, someone pointed out, but there were no cakes. Most mysterious.
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Date: 2004-12-14 05:01 am (UTC)I smelt oranges when I came into the room. It scares me as I was told if you suddenly smell oranges for no reason it means you are going to have a brain haemmorage. One of those weird things I remember.
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Date: 2004-12-14 06:02 am (UTC)Erk, I smell oranges right now.
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Date: 2004-12-14 06:49 am (UTC)corner bodega's that have turned into
xmas tree/wreath vendors.
smelling the forest.
the cut down, murdered, dead trees
that gave their life for a whiff of xmas spirit.
oooh dear. that wasn't too pleasant.
poor trees, lucky me.
xo, a
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Date: 2004-12-14 07:16 am (UTC)Our tree
Date: 2004-12-14 07:55 am (UTC)Re: Our tree
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Date: 2004-12-14 10:29 am (UTC)I think I saw a film about that once...
Mr F.
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Date: 2004-12-14 02:58 pm (UTC)Re: Our tree
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Date: 2004-12-14 05:05 pm (UTC)Pretty entry, by the way.
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Date: 2004-12-14 07:25 pm (UTC)Smell festive today, because tomorrow it'll be out of season.
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