Dear Diary,
Merry Christmas!
And it sure has been a great Christmas after all. Eric had a party in the basement where Jackie and a bunch of her stupid cheerleading friends all got drunk off of Mrs. Forman's punch. But who could have spiked it? Who would want to spike it?
Okay, sooo not the got me a bottle of White Shoulders for Christmas and Hyde got me this amazing picture of me and him in the fifth grade. Isn't that sweet? I have the picture taped to the bottom of the page right now.
But I sort of feel bad because Hyde got me this amazing gift and all I got him was a lousy pair of tube socks. I got Eric an ID bracelet with his name on it, by the way.
And I guess Eric, Hyde, Kelso, and Fez cut down a tree on the highway instead of buying one, and spent all their money on beer. It would have worked perfectly except state troopers showed up and Eric got busted.
Oh yeah, and (drunk) Jackie yelled out, 'HYDE LOVES DONNA' in the middle of the party. What the hell? And Hyde started blabbing about it being a lie and Jackie being crazy and drunk. And I mean, Jackie was super drunk, so I bet it was nothing.
Well, I have to go, it's almost time for bed!
Donna.
P.S. You can see my training bra through my shirt in the picture that Hyde gave me! I can't believe it!
