boy am i stuffed.

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Dear Santa

Hey santa!
soo...this isn't for me. I don't really need anything. i'm cool. but i was wondering, do you read your own letter? Or do you get your agent (elfs) to read them?
well either or, when you or the little guys come accross two from a girl named Marcie, could you pay special attention to them?
She really deserve's her christmas wishes to come true and she's always been good to others and it's high time an edless supply of goodness came her way.
anyhoo, she's not asking for much, just a job and her sister's cat to be found.
i mean that's totally do-able right?? right! that's what i thought?
cool santa, i'm glad we're on the same page. hope the season goes smoothly for you!
although you always manage to come out on top anyway!
sincerly,
liz powell.

you've probably seen it but it belongs here anyway.

OH MY FUCKING GOD. the part of my brain that handles all cute things just crashed. major overload. i do not think this can be topped.

i know i'm home...

i cried over a ramote control confusion last night and threw a temper tantrum. i fell asleep teary eyed feeling guilty. i woke up at 7 to the sound of one parent's meltdown and i stared at the ceiling feeling guilty. i went out for breakfast. i knocked over hot coffee on the other parents lap and i sat there feeling guilty. i went to pee. i had a melt down while i sat on the toilet. and i think i made everyoe else feel guilty so i cried in the bathroom stall feeling guilty.
my mom bought me clothes and a bang trim today and i felt pretty guilty.

i tell ya what i don't feel like. what i don't feel like is the daughter you wish you always had, that's what i don't feel like.

have i talked about this guy before?