All I want for Christmas is...
Dec. 9th, 2003 12:44 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
elfie_chanOkay, okay, I'm a lemming.
Dear Santa,
I have been a good girl.
It really wasn't my fault what happened at Ariana's Christmas party. It was Mette-chan who spiked the punch with too much hard cider. I can't help it if I drank 42 glasses. It was so good---smelled and tasted just like cinnamon.
I thought it was funny when I put Nikki's platform shoes on my head and danced the Funky Chicken on the television while singing `"Natural Woman"'. I didn't mean to break Ariana's Palm Pilot and don't know why Ariana would sue me for vandalism.
I don't remember calling Justin's wife a purple giraffe---even though she looked like one with chartreuse eye shadow and puce lipstick!
And when I threw up on Tabby's husband's nose, 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 15-passenger van through my neighbor's bathroom. I don't think that was any reason for my neighbor to call me a gigantic cat and have me arrested for resisting arrest!
So, Santa...here I sit in my jail cell on Christmas Eve, all cute and fuzzy. And I'm really not to blame for any of this illogical stuff. Please bring me what I want the most---bail money!
Sincerely and adorably yours,
Elfie-chan (Really a nice girl!)
P.S. It's only one million bucks!
A more meaningful entry is forthcoming. I found this highly amusing.
Dear Santa,
I have been a good girl.
It really wasn't my fault what happened at Ariana's Christmas party. It was Mette-chan who spiked the punch with too much hard cider. I can't help it if I drank 42 glasses. It was so good---smelled and tasted just like cinnamon.
I thought it was funny when I put Nikki's platform shoes on my head and danced the Funky Chicken on the television while singing `"Natural Woman"'. I didn't mean to break Ariana's Palm Pilot and don't know why Ariana would sue me for vandalism.
I don't remember calling Justin's wife a purple giraffe---even though she looked like one with chartreuse eye shadow and puce lipstick!
And when I threw up on Tabby's husband's nose, 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 15-passenger van through my neighbor's bathroom. I don't think that was any reason for my neighbor to call me a gigantic cat and have me arrested for resisting arrest!
So, Santa...here I sit in my jail cell on Christmas Eve, all cute and fuzzy. And I'm really not to blame for any of this illogical stuff. Please bring me what I want the most---bail money!
Sincerely and adorably yours,
Elfie-chan (Really a nice girl!)
P.S. It's only one million bucks!
A more meaningful entry is forthcoming. I found this highly amusing.
