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Dec. 8th, 2003
Doctor Latta played the hammered dulcimer for us in class today. It was totally shibby. Tara and I have decided that we're going to ask him to teach us how to play, just because that would be uber fun.
On another note, I have to go to an English Department party-thing tonight because I'm stupid and an English major. -_- Stupid party. My conference for my paper went fairly well, though, which made me happy. ^_^
And, on another other note, T-san did receive both chapters of Banister but could not send me chapter 6 back yesterda because she was in the hospital!!! 0_0 *hugs T-san* It's nothing major, I know, but that's still a little worrying.
On another note, I have to go to an English Department party-thing tonight because I'm stupid and an English major. -_- Stupid party. My conference for my paper went fairly well, though, which made me happy. ^_^
And, on another other note, T-san did receive both chapters of Banister but could not send me chapter 6 back yesterda because she was in the hospital!!! 0_0 *hugs T-san* It's nothing major, I know, but that's still a little worrying.
Dear Santa...
Dec. 8th, 2003 07:27 pmDear Santa,
I have been a good girl.
It really wasn't my fault what happened at Brad's Christmas party. It was Emily who spiked the punch with too much Captain Morgan. I can't help it if I drank 42 glasses. It was so good---smelled and tasted just like apple cinnamon.
I thought it was funny when I put Ashley's unmentionables on my head and danced the mambo on the desk while singing `Living on the Edge'. I didn't mean to break Brad's desk lamp and don't know why Brad would sue me for arson.
I don't remember calling Rick's wife a fuzzy chicken---even though she looked like one with neon green eye shadow and orange lipstick!
And when I threw up on Cheyanne's husband's big toe, it was only because I ate too much of that sushi.
After all that fun, I admit I was a little tired. So I fell asleep on my way home and drove Brandy's "Old Bessie" through my neighbor's attic. I don't think that was any reason for my neighbor to call me a horny goat and have me arrested for fraud!
So, Santa...here I sit in my jail cell on Christmas Eve, all pretty and voluptuous. And I'm really not to blame for any of this awful stuff. Please bring me what I want the most---bail money!
Sincerely and sweetly yours,
Hawk (Really a nice girl!)
P.S. It's only 10,020,035 bucks!
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I have been a good girl.
It really wasn't my fault what happened at Brad's Christmas party. It was Emily who spiked the punch with too much Captain Morgan. I can't help it if I drank 42 glasses. It was so good---smelled and tasted just like apple cinnamon.
I thought it was funny when I put Ashley's unmentionables on my head and danced the mambo on the desk while singing `Living on the Edge'. I didn't mean to break Brad's desk lamp and don't know why Brad would sue me for arson.
I don't remember calling Rick's wife a fuzzy chicken---even though she looked like one with neon green eye shadow and orange lipstick!
And when I threw up on Cheyanne's husband's big toe, it was only because I ate too much of that sushi.
After all that fun, I admit I was a little tired. So I fell asleep on my way home and drove Brandy's "Old Bessie" through my neighbor's attic. I don't think that was any reason for my neighbor to call me a horny goat and have me arrested for fraud!
So, Santa...here I sit in my jail cell on Christmas Eve, all pretty and voluptuous. And I'm really not to blame for any of this awful stuff. Please bring me what I want the most---bail money!
Sincerely and sweetly yours,
Hawk (Really a nice girl!)
P.S. It's only 10,020,035 bucks!