The One Without A Title

I think by this time i know what im going t type about. or at least a vague idea so that i can start typing and then start to go off on a tangent.. today however im just typing. its a weird thing typing isnt it. you dont realise how good at it you are until you realise your not really looking at the keyboard all that much. i bet about now your gonna start lookin at the keyboard like i am and realise that you did know where certain letters were after all, or if not now - next time you write a comment on a web site or an email. its just amazing how although i only use about 3 fingers to type im actually pretty fast at it. accurate? now thats another story, but thats where spell check comes in.... when i can be bothered to use it.

i hate to say it but christmas isnt far away, i always say 'no bonfire night talk till halloween is over, no christmas talk till bonfire talk is over' but they are both over so christmas is indeed the next 'celebratory' event. not everybody loves or even likes christmas, i myself have to go by bath toys and a doll for my niece's today which i dont grudge at all. i just worry i wont get them the perfect ones to be hones. how else will i keep up the rep of 'Cool Uncle Dave' if i dont get them the right things?

last year i think i got the family the perfect presents. didnt cost much as sentimental value was classic. got them a print out of the front page of the paper from the day they were each born. it wasnt perfect quality with some being 52 years old but they appreciated it all the same and its the presents you know people will treasure and not just store away that make me happy christmas has come again. The fact that im gonna be 22 this christmas makes me realise that its all about the kids now, im fine with nothing to be honest, if mum and dad want to give me an i.o.u for something ill NEED in the future months then that would suit e better to be honest becuase the question 'what do you want this year Dave?' always gets a response of '........world peace?'

so it seems i got talking about christmas boys and cirls, which surprises me since im supposed to be writing an essay on my personal deveoment over the course of my years at university and these 2 topics only link because ....... ok so they dont link..... how the hell did i get onto Christmas?? so if you wanna get me anythin for ny birthday buy me a drink and as much as i love my friends, im terrible with birthdays so ive probably missed yours so we'd be calling it quits there - or just buying eachother a drink over christmas to make it square.

and Santa, if you're reading this ....... i think dad used to get to the cookies before you .... sorry about that!