12-23-2000 | 2:00 AM

Went to dinner with the 'Goldeneye playing-Gillian Anderson obsessing' Chris tonight. And then we went back to my place and....played the new Bond game on the Nintendo64. You thought I had a hot date? Uh-nuh. Just say no to relationships kids. My Mom keeps trying to set me up with "cute" guys. She will not accept the fact that I'm not looking for any kind of 'romantic' relationship. Sure, I'd love to console Robert Downey Jr. in his time of need, but...umm yeah. Mom is just aching for grandchildren, that's all. And like I've said before - I'd make a horrible mother, mentally unstable and all.

That is "Shiny Kitten-Cat" who is now 5 months old. He's not dead, just sleeping. He was a very bad kitty last night. I was lounging in my comfy 'Old Navy' athletic shorts and a tee shirt, watching the adorable Jon Stewart on "The Daily Show" when I see my Mom run by the window with a flashlight. You know, I live in the basement. I put my sneakers on and run to the front door. There's Mom running in the snow (wearing her slippers) cursing, "Damn cat! I'll leave you out here." The kitten had escaped. It's after 11:00 PM. I run out there to help her, because the woman looked like she was about to have a nervous breakdown. I'm lying in the snow, reaching under a shrub in our yard cooing, "Kitty Kitty. Cmon out of there." Of course I did not put a coat on or even warmer clothes. Then I hear a scratching noise. I turn and aim the flashlight in the direction of the scratching. There's "Shiny Kitten-Cat" climbing up a pine tree. He stops and stares at me, obviously he didn't like his paws getting all snowy. So we finally get him out of the tree and drag him into the house. As soon as I put the kitten on the floor, Dutch-cat runs over to him, growls, smacks him in the face and then prances away. As if to say, "Idiot!" So, as I wrapped a blanket around my pink, frozen arms and legs I had to laugh. It was amusing.

I was a little nervous discussing my uhm 'eating problem' in this diary yesterday. You have to admit, Diaryland is a community. I didn't want anyone to think less of me. And then I said, "Fuck it" because it's my diary and I needed to vent. I won't apologize. The only person I've ever confided in about this problem...well he tried to put me in an Eating Disorders clinic. Basically, a month long psych hospital stay where you are forced to eat everything on your plate and they go to the bathroom with you to make sure you don't puke. Yeah sounds like fun to me. And you'll never find me, so I'm not worried. This diary is for me.

So, this Diary Survivor 2 contest. I'm already starting to feel self-conscious. I don't want anyone to be angry if they're not chosen as a contestant. And I know people think I'll choose my favorite diaries. I'm not the only one choosing. And you know what, if you don't like the way the contest is being run then start one of your own.

Well, I probably won't be updating until sometime next week. I'll be spending lots of time with my beautiful siblings over the next few days. I'm really looking forward to Christmas. And I have to admit I'm glad I'll be sober for it. Stumbling around whacked out on pills isn't as fun as it used to be.

Happy Holidays!