Monthly Archives: December 2004

Dear Santa Claus,

For Christmas this year, I’m not going to ask you for the latest trendy
designer purse (I’ve never been much for those things anyway), nor am I
going to ask you for a high-tech gadget (glorified paper weights in my
opinion). I’m not even going to ask you for a book (I can get my own
thanks to my Chapter’s card) or a nice scarf/glove set (I don’t think
you really know what my style is anyway).

This year, Santa, I’m asking you to help me mend this heart of mine.
Y’see Santa, it’s been a rough year. In January, I ended my
relationship with my boyfriend of 2.5 years which left me lost and
confused. Then, I thought things were going to take a turn for the
better when in February I met someone who made me feel lighter and
happier than I ever remembered in quite a long time. But he broke up
with me and I was left even more broken than I was before I met him. It
was a series of shallow, hollow and bad dates until August when I
finally met someone else. He’s sweet and wonderful, but I find myself
with one foot outside the door, holding back because of all the
emotional blows this year. So Dear Santa, in a nutshell, I’d like you
to help me just let go of it all and help me start anew. Is that

I think I’ve been a fairly good girl for Christmas this year. If you’ve
honestly checked your list (twice, no less!) you’d see that I don’t
deserve that nasty lump of coal in my stocking (I don’t even have a
stocking to stuff). Anyway, if you can’t give me what I’m asking for, it’s okay. I’ll eventually figure it out myself.


ps: Besides, the Year of the Monkey is almost up and my bad luck year will soon be over. I can last til February.


No smoking around psychoexgirlfriend. Thankyou for your co-operation.