December 11th, 2002


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Dear Santa,

I have been a good girl.

It really wasn't my fault what happened at Amanda's Christmas party. It was Ella who spiked the punch with too much vodka. I can't help it if I drank 7 glasses. It was so good---smelled and tasted just like dog shit.

I thought it was funny when I put Justin's undies on my head and danced the the hustle on the couch while singing `who will save your soul'. I didn't mean to break Amanda's stereo and don't know why Amanda would sue me for murder.

I don't remember calling Shaun's wife a beautiful pig---even though she looked like one with purple eye shadow and pink lipstick!

And when I threw up on Tabitha's husband's peep, it was only because I ate too much of that pizza.

After all that fun, I admit I was a little tired. So I fell asleep on my way home and drove my suv through my neighbor's living room. I don't think that was any reason for my neighbor to call me a lovely bunny and have me arrested for robbery!

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

Sincerely and jumping yours,
Amy (Really a nice girl!)

P.S. It's only 7 bucks!

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