December 22, 2003 - 9:35 p.m.

Have just spent evening baking and decorating sugar cookies. Fingers and countertop are now stained a horrid shade of green due to unfortunate frosting and food coloring accident.

We did Christmas gift exchange amongst household members on Saturday night. Rod gave me a food processor. Although extremely delighted to own a new and shiny appliance, I have never used a food processor and have no idea what to do with it. Apparently I can shred cabbage and carrots for cole slaw. I hate cole slaw. I have terrible visions of myself turning into some cheesy infomercial host randomly sacrificing innocent vegetables for the sake of showing off my clear plastic bowl and whirring blade.

Dan gave me the fifth Harry Potter book. I knew he was going to as I found it hidden in his sock drawer while looking for my Christmas present (or as I like to call it, "putting away Dan's laundry"). I already read the first half of it a few weeks ago and he made me give it back so he could wrap it for me. Bastard.

Liz got me the limited edition Chanel glitter mascara I have coveted for several months. Filene's told me last month that every store in New England sold out within days. Liz actually spent hours cruising eBay and found a tube for me. It came from Singapore. And it was not cheap. She paid twice retail value to get it. I am so happy. I love it when people love me.

Dave brought me to the Chevelle concert earlier this month and told me that was my present. It was a great time. But I still had a silly romantic part of me that hoped he thought to get me a material item as well. Not to sound ungrateful (as I am truly far from it) but visions of diamond tennis bracelets and expensive chocolates danced about my head. No luck. That's okay though. I got him socks and SpongeBob SquarePants boxers.

Ugh. Do I really have to go home for Christmas? Things might look up. We could get a massive snow storm that prevents my leaving the house. Good news is that Dave might come with me.

I have just been amusing myself by making out all the checks in Dan's checkbook to... myself. It's fun and usually pisses him off because he get those super expensive foil embossed checks. Mission accomplished. Too bad he has no money and I cannot cash the one I just made out for one billion dollars. Probably a good thing as I also put "sexual favors" in the memo line.

I want to have sex. Probably should go see what Dave is up to. I didn't shave my legs this morning so I might get lucky.

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