Dear Diary,

Guess what? Tomorrow is Thanksgiving! And cute little pictures of chubby Pilgrims and Indians aside its going to be a lot of work! I have to bake the turkey and ham (that's Reiz's favorite!) and do all sorts of other good Thanksgiving-ness. The nice decorated man (who's hanging out in the Lamplighter parking lot and gave me a pretty necklace. Yay! Necklace!) might even come too!

Dear Diary,

I am grumpy now so I will make this short. (And then I will go stomp on a miniature version of Tokyo rawr! Just kidding, I like Tokyo. And I'm not that grumpy.) But I totally had a headache, (BOO!) it was totally icky, for reals. But Reiz took care of me because he's awesome.

I feel kinda bad though, my room was a totally mess, like stuffed animals everywhere. I should really do a quick house clean before I let him in. In other news I talked to Billy, faithful fiancee to awesome magic shop lady and mother is going to be busy next week.

Dear Diary,

Victory is mine! Well, ours, Skye Craddock, Ms. Redbird's niece, helped go through the Redbird's extensive box collection. But I actually found it! Nearly squinted my eyes out on Fassbender's old school handwriting, not to mention the educational requirements for a gravedigger in the 1800s were less than rigorous and some of his spelling was a little creative. Not to speak poorly of the dead after he did so much to help Baby Robbie and myself, and he worked very hard to support his family. Just, you know, hard to read.

Dear diary,

Dear diary,

Hi! I know its been a couple of days. Oh my goodness. I have met the MOST ADORABLE BOY EVER!!! I know I totally said that about Eric Matthews but Jamie has Eric beat hands down. This is the voice of experience speaking here. He has ruffly hair and pretty eyes and he smells like cookies and he has such a dreamy look on his face all the time. Squee! He totally just wants to be friends which may or may not have to do with guerrilla kissfare when we may or may not have gotten our wires crossed about actually being on a date.