2003-11-09 - 5:22 p.m.

dear diary,

since the truth is out now about my obsessive-compulsive leanings, i can freely and finally talk about my love affair with little debbie oatmeal cookies.

it's not really even that i like to eat them, i mean i do like the way the marshmallow fluff kind of squirts out in between my teeth and makes a squeaky feeling against them...

and the way they smell makes me picture someone else's warm childhood...

but for some reason i feel like i can relax and revel in my home's clean and coziness when the house smells like lemon mop-and-glo and i know there is a basket full of little debbie oatmeal pies on the kitchen table.

i know it sounds crazy diary.

and you know what

it probably is.

waxing - waning