I think someone's trying to use this page and this site against me, but I can't be sure. Amelie got an e-mail with a link "proving" I'm not as "loyal" as she thinks. Being the wonderfully awesome girl she is, she deleted the e-mail without even reading it or following the link.

Are you out there, Oliver? Is this your big revelation? Guess what, Sherlock? She knows I'm a member here. She knows I have friends here. She knows I like naked girls. And she fucking hates you. She always has, and a stunt like this ensures she always will. You're less than nothing to her, slappy. Get over it. You're a petty loser.

Well, with that little bit of paranoia out of the way...

Last night's Christmas party was fun. We played "Dirty Santa" and I ended up with a pretty kick-ass pink (though I was assured it's red) cd case. Holds 20 damn discs. Not too shabby. Pink's a nice color, if you know what I mean. Huh huh. I kind of wanted the Edward Gorey calendar I opened initially, but this is more useful by far. I can get a calendar at the grocery, one I won't be a-scairt t' write on.

And I couldn't bowl last night due to this blasted carpal tunnel syndrome. *mumble* We went bowling for a friend's birthday. She's moving back out to the west coast, and I'm going to miss her. I hardly get to hang out with her, and she's smart and funny and wears glasses. I need as much of that in my life as possible, you know?

So tired... so tired I could puke... ugh.