||[Dec. 25th, 2005|12:44 pm]
|||||Dead Man Walking--Bowie||]|
So in everybody's stocking was a tin of "Aaron's Thinking Putty." We all took ours out, looked at it, and moved on to other things, thinking little of said putty. One of those things that you forget about.
...All of a sudden, nobody could stop playing with it.
So far we've made a rabbit, a seahorse, a yarmulke, jewelry, numerous organs, and many other things, as well as debating how one would calculate/achieve its maximum length when stretched out.
Putty=The Meaning of Christmas, apparently.
Rachel and Nick are gone. This means that we have gone from a ratio of good people to bad people equal to 7:2 to a ratio of 5:2. It's not fair to call them "bad people." They're just non-wonderful people with whom I'm not comfortable and who tend to create tense-ish situations.