Dear Santa....

Note: this post is fashion heavy, and very girly. Boys, you've been warned.

Dear Santa:

Santa, we've had a very strained relationship over the years. Sometimes you bring me exactly what I want, other times I question your mental capacity. Like those years I specifically asked for that autographed picture of Zack Morris and you failed to bring it. This year Santa, you better not let me down. I have been a very good girl this year; just ask my mom, my french pen pal, my yoga teacher, my ex-boyfriend, my dog! Since I am a young lady now, I require beautiful clothes and shoes. Items that are fitting for a well-refined, elegant, charming (HA!), girl such as myself. If you bring me one, or all of the following items, I promise to believe in you whole-heartedly and I will be a very good girl again next year. *ahem*



These are absolutely beautiful shoes. They would look so cute with everything I own! I think you will agree that I would look really good in these. Also, considering that I bought a really cute dress today (it was on sale!), I think somebody else should foot the bill for a coordinating pair of shoes!



I'm sure you are aware of my obsession for bags. Now, I don't carry my laptop around as much as I used to in school, but I still have to cart it places, like to work or that cafe with free wifi and unbelievable lattes. This is really what I need though. A functional, multi-use work type bag that I can easily slip my laptop sleeve into, and whatever files, books, and various girly products I need to throw in. I would prefer the brown one, but I will settle with the off white.




Okay so, normally I stay far far away from shoes and clothes more than 100 dollars, because I don't want my american express card to cry. However, I'm in love with these. Now I know that the elusive ankle strap and I haven't always been friends. They can sometimes make my slim ankles look like cankles. My inner ballerina wants these shoes, because they remind her of pointe shoes ( which she only tried on once and fell over), tu-tus and pas des bourrées. Also, it would be fun to say "do you like my Juicy Couture shoes?

Along with these items, a little Chanel wouldn't hurt, nor would the Adobe CS3 suite, or a car. Really though, what I would like this Christmas is for this stupid war to end and for people to stop hating each other. And not having constant writers block and inspiration for my novel would be fantastic. Anyway, all my love to Mrs. Claus and Rudolph.

Love always,
Rachel

No really, this is where most of my money goes

I'm a Mac user. That statement alone will usually get me flayed, drawn and quartered, then repeatedly bashed on the head with a frying pan by most PC loyalists. I fail to see the animosity sometimes. We have the same basic computer hardware. Macs just do things a little differently .... and better. (Okay, you may now get your torches, sharp and pointy things, and stabby stabby knives ready).

This is not going to be an argument about why I think my Mac Book Pro is the best thing since Reese's Peanut Butter cups (because nothing actually is), this is about my abusive, sadomasochistic relationship with Apple. Oh yes, Apple has me bound and gagged and whips me on a daily basis. Dangling shiny, shiny iPhones in front of my face that are just beyond my reach and price range.

The last time I was at the Apple Store, I spent close to 300 dollars, the time before that about 3000 (most of it being my Dad's money), and several hundred dollars prior to that. Software, two iPods, laptop cases, an eMac (which I didn't actually pay for). All in all, I and my father, have given a lot of our money to Apple.

It makes my credit card and my bank account sad when I buy these expensive toys. I could just as easily sell out to Microsoft, but I don't! I continue to return to Apple like a love sick puppy who's been beaten too many times and keeps coming back for more! Or a whore who enjoys really violent, s&m sex. Okay, that was a little graphic.

As sometimes happens, your pretty little Mac becomes possessed by the devil. If you didn't pay for Apple Care (the extended 3 year warranty) or your Apple Care has run out, you can expect to pay out the butt for the repairs. Apple is really good at creating great products that are often fatally flawed. One would think after having 4 Apple computers die on me, that I would run screaming for the hills, vowing to stay as far away as possible from the Apple store. That I had learned my lesson.

And yet, that love sick puppy analogy comes back into view. Apple owns my soul, and as long as they make beautiful pieces of machinery that perform like they were made by God (SOMETIMES), I will be their bitch once more. Whip me again Steve (Jobs that is).

And now, the Apple store is hiring really cute nerdy boys that tend to nerd flirt their way into making me buy something. Damn you Apple! Don't you know that cute nerdy boys are my favorite? That I wish one of them was my boyfriend to get me a really kick ass discount? And you know, a shiny new Mouse on for my birthday? Is that too much to ask?