The First Annual Gord Simmons Christmas Letter

[desire_to_think]

(I apologise for the length.)

This is what growing older feels like, I think.

In the past month, I have witnessed the funeral of a friend’s father, the engagement of two high school friends, begun working my way towards a dietary regimen that is at least a little stricter than my current existence, and the split of an eight year relationship between

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[nefariuspurpus]

*sewn.

Also, I was really hoping thorn would rhyme with corn somewhere. Deeply disappointing...

[desire_to_think]

Would 'sewn' not be in relatino to 'sew', and 'sown' in relation to 'sow'?

[nefariuspurpus]

I am abashed. My head hangs in terrible, terrible shame.

[devoidofthought]

I think LJ ate my comment for dessert.

But! It was short, so I may repeat:

Why do I always miss your posts? They hide themselves well on my friends page.

Also, I liked your Christmas message, belated as my comment may be.