It's all about me, people. I've been having too much fun thinking of all the yummy things people can buy me for the holidays. What a glorious time of year. "You can buy me this ... or this ... or this ..." After all the serious introspection and swimming in the mass commercialization of what used to be a religious holiday, I realized I've got to go shopping. It's not just about what everyone can buy me; it's about what I have to buy them.
I like to give gifts, really I do. I just hate buying the f-ing gifts. If I didn't see the inside of the mall between November 1 and February 1, I would be one damn happy camper.
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