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Bah. Christmas shopping. It is killing me.....
gargle. choke. rasp, ratttttllllee.
I can't stop buying Christmas presents for Ben and my little brother. Seriously, WAAAAAY overspending. But they're the two people I love the best, and I just can't help it! Can't. I just finished purchasing the complete Band of Brothers DVD set, and "Battle for the Pacific" (I think?) for xbox 360 for my little brother. On top of the 800 other things that I've bought him. Someone stop me. Please. I won't even get into what I've bought for Ben.
I'm not too keen on getting presents myself, it always makes me feel awkward, but I LOVE watching other people open presents that I've given them. Is that weird? I love the happy eye sparkle. I wish I could be there when Ben opens the presents that I've gotten for him. I love them.
Is it slightly effeminitely weird to give a man a tiny hand-crank music box? Even if it play "Love Me Tender" and it reminds you of him? Say no.
I've been sick since Saturday with some sort of ebola virus. I called out of work yesterday, and I wish I'd stayed home today as well, what with all of the back and forth barf trips. (I know, I know, so eloquent.) Bleh.
After all this time, and even though the time period during which it was taken wasn't all that swell, this is still my favorite picture of Ben:
Nope, don't know why. I really, really love him. That's my story, and I'm sticking to it.
gargle. choke. rasp, ratttttllllee.
I can't stop buying Christmas presents for Ben and my little brother. Seriously, WAAAAAY overspending. But they're the two people I love the best, and I just can't help it! Can't. I just finished purchasing the complete Band of Brothers DVD set, and "Battle for the Pacific" (I think?) for xbox 360 for my little brother. On top of the 800 other things that I've bought him. Someone stop me. Please. I won't even get into what I've bought for Ben.
I'm not too keen on getting presents myself, it always makes me feel awkward, but I LOVE watching other people open presents that I've given them. Is that weird? I love the happy eye sparkle. I wish I could be there when Ben opens the presents that I've gotten for him. I love them.
Is it slightly effeminitely weird to give a man a tiny hand-crank music box? Even if it play "Love Me Tender" and it reminds you of him? Say no.
I've been sick since Saturday with some sort of ebola virus. I called out of work yesterday, and I wish I'd stayed home today as well, what with all of the back and forth barf trips. (I know, I know, so eloquent.) Bleh.
After all this time, and even though the time period during which it was taken wasn't all that swell, this is still my favorite picture of Ben:
Nope, don't know why. I really, really love him. That's my story, and I'm sticking to it.