Dear Santa,

While I would appreciate keeping my two front teeth for Christmas, I would also like to keep the adorable Christmas lights over my bed and the blanket over my feet. If possible, I'd also like round-trip tickets to New Zealand, a Nikon D90, Adobe CS5 (the master collection), a MacBook Pro, a new Dell desktop, an Eclipse Spyder, and a house of my own. Also, this really can't be wrapped (or can it?), but if you could arrange for me to meet and charm Elijah Wood sometime soon, that would be rad.

A mostly good girl, most of the time,
Rachelskirts

• glittery nail polish that is just starting to chip away
• cracks in the wall of your favorite corner of the library
• the small rip in the fabric of your grandmother's couch
• a fumbled lyric as you sing along to your favorite tunes in the car
• a broken heart

Here we are, halfway through November, the month of ambitious ambitions in the land of Skirtsville. I haven't failed on the NaBloPoMo front yet, but I'm not doing as well on the 30 Day Shred (days completed: 4) or the Happiness Project (times I went to bed at a proper hour: 2). I did, however, manage to purchase a proper set of hand weights (sorry, Uggs) and pay off my credit card in full (again), so I'm feeling pretty good about those things.

Now then. I have some applesauce that is waiting to be eaten and Christmas lights waiting to be appreciated. Jingle all the way, ladies and gents.

Edited to add: Ironically, this post did not publish as scheduled (although I did manage to get the right date this time), so I once again apologize for the tardiness and whatnot.