I saw Michael today. He glanced at me quickly and looked back at the shelves he was stocking, then must have realized it was me, because he looked back again and smiled. He said "Hey, how's it going?"

That is secret grocer code for "I love you", I'm sure.

Laney came back from Vancouver, and she brought me a present. A rubber Devil Duckie, to be exact. It's black, with red horns and an evil grin. Obviously, I think it's adorable.

We went out for lunch, and I had a poutine, because I apparently was in the mood to gain five pounds in one sitting. I feel so Canadian.

I did something horrible yesterday. I bought my family Christmas presents (because I was broke in December, so they're getting them now). I bought Cat "The Princess Bride" on DVD, because I think it is seriously one of the best movies of ALL TIME. And I... well... I broke down and watched it. Yes, I bought my sister a Christmas present a month and a half late, and now I'm keeping it for myself. Because I'm a selfish bitch *kicks self*. I just love that movie so much! "Aaaaas youuuuuu wiiiiiish..." Hee! So now I have to buy her something else. I'm not sure if she would have appreciated it anyway. I'd like to think she would, but who knows? She's weird.

Have you ever had a dream where you were dating someone you never would in your waking life? I was getting pretty cozy with an old aquaintance of mine in my dream last night. What's even more perturbing is that it's the second time that's happened. I know that I don't actually have feelings for the guy, so I consulted my dream dictionary, and it said that I need to work on my relationships with men (no shit) and that I need to understand their more caring, loving nature. Fine, but really, I'd rather experience the loving nature of Johnny Depp and/or Orlando, if you don't mind.

Miss Black

Listening to: "I Wanna Fuck Your Sister" by Steven Lynch. Hee hee, too funny.

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