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Tonight's the first time I've felt like it's even Christmastime.
Adam came baring gifts that I'm still smiling about.
1. A small heart-shaped caboodle (ladies, you know what I'm talking about) filled with dark chocolate kisses. Dark chocolate's my favorite. And I even had one of these caboodles when I was little. Think I still have it somewhere.
2. A set, like the Dr. Pepper one from my mom, of Snapple lip glosses and balms, including a Snapple ring with balm inside! I saw this at Wal-Mart the other night and said I liked it. :) Always a good listener.
3. A box of Christmas lights with a note, "For your missing string", taped to it. If you have been to my house, you have seen the lights around my room, it really is quite sad. A single strand of them is blown. Not anymore. Even though I'll probably not get around to hanging them for a while.
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaannnnnddd...
4.
THE POSTSECRET BOOK, BABYY!!
Yesss! Adam's bad. There, I admitted it. So bad that your personal badness that makes you badder than any gift.
If you didn't catch it, that's me being sappy, and trying to hide it.
I should really rest these eyes.
Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night. (Let me guess. Gay, n00b, not 1337, lame.)
Adam came baring gifts that I'm still smiling about.
1. A small heart-shaped caboodle (ladies, you know what I'm talking about) filled with dark chocolate kisses. Dark chocolate's my favorite. And I even had one of these caboodles when I was little. Think I still have it somewhere.
2. A set, like the Dr. Pepper one from my mom, of Snapple lip glosses and balms, including a Snapple ring with balm inside! I saw this at Wal-Mart the other night and said I liked it. :) Always a good listener.
3. A box of Christmas lights with a note, "For your missing string", taped to it. If you have been to my house, you have seen the lights around my room, it really is quite sad. A single strand of them is blown. Not anymore. Even though I'll probably not get around to hanging them for a while.
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaannnnnddd...
4.
THE POSTSECRET BOOK, BABYY!!
Yesss! Adam's bad. There, I admitted it. So bad that your personal badness that makes you badder than any gift.
If you didn't catch it, that's me being sappy, and trying to hide it.
I should really rest these eyes.
Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night. (Let me guess. Gay, n00b, not 1337, lame.)