I've been listening to Love is a Battlefield on repeat for like an hour. I started suddenly singing it way too loudly and since then I'm probably on my 28th time listening to it. I think it's some side effect of staying up too late and drinking this weird Sierra Mist Cranberry Splash.

I was out at Zern's again this weekend because I'm joining in on the Secret Santa fun of a certain website. I think my package is probably one of my most wonderful and random yet. I have a long and proud history of sending fantastically wonderful and strange gift packs, resulting in one of my friends going on the record as saying, "And Mystie, Mom says that when she's on her death bed, you have to send her a box of random funny crap that no one will understand."

Speaking of gift-giving, I've just written an article on the subject. Another article so soon, you say? Why yes. I'm just on the ball right now. And while we're on the subject of gift-giving, perhaps I should point out that I do, in fact, have a very lush, strange, and completely random wishlist on Amazon. Just in case you want to buy me any scratch and sniff stickers or a pink can opener.

Also, remind me to stop leaving plastic bags on my floor.