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my mother has been lecturing me about jeremy, hes too old, nag nag etc. i am not caring. he got me a ton of gifts for christmas, a swell bracelet, new shoes, two gap sweaters and color coordinated scarfs, and a kitten with bent ears. this is by far the best christmas eve ever. we spent half of the day drinking and walking around portsmouth and he let me pick out anything i wanted in the stores.

we're trying to think of names for the kitten. we have five names picked out: asher, anthony, finkley(jeremy pick), jarvis, and morrisey. harper says it should be called 'fig neuton'. weirdo.

however, tis not all perfect. i am very alarmed about this sneaking feeling that i'm getting too attatched and i want to tell him i hate him very much. it is one in the morning and i have a very bad hangover waiting for me, as well as multiple christmas parties tomorrow. grr.

d-land