evergleam

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Dear Santa,

I have been a good girl.

It really wasn't my fault what happened at Christina's Christmas party. It was Racheal who spiked the punch with too much Mountain Dew. I can't help it if I drank 12 glasses. It was so good---smelled and tasted just like rose.

I thought it was funny when I put Noble's sweater on my head and danced the jitterbug on the sofa while singing `You've Lost that Lovin' Feeling'. I didn't mean to break Christina's vibrator and don't know why Christina would sue me for stealing.

I don't remember calling Kevin's wife a squishy sheep---even though she looked like one with magenta eye shadow and yellow lipstick!

And when I threw up on Kelly's husband's toe, it was only because I ate too much of that cherry pie.

After all that fun, I admit I was a little tired. So I fell asleep on my way home and drove my Buick through my neighbor's bedroom. I don't think that was any reason for my neighbor to call me a smelly chinchilla and have me arrested for arson!

So, Santa...here I sit in my jail cell on Christmas Eve, all small and ugly. And I'm really not to blame for any of this hairy stuff. Please bring me what I want the most---bail money!

Sincerely and slowly yours,
Heather (Really a nice girl!)

P.S. It's only 983,456 bucks!

I slept for 14 hours!! My grandmother called me at 10:30, though, and woke me up. She actually apologized and told me to go back to sleep. I'm wondering if something is wrong with her...

I have to work at 7 for five straight hours. In the library. On a Saturday night. During finals week. Bah. We get paid time and a half for the hours past when the library'd normally close, though, so that's something. Plus, I'll be able to get some editing work on my portfolio done. All the rest of my work is finished and handed in!!!! YAY!!!

Okay, gonna shower now and find some warm clothes to trek to the library in. I don't have any boots. I need boots...