Presents.
You know how it is. Someone buys you something excellent for your birthday. You're ecstatic. Gleeful, even. But then it hits you. Oh, woe - how ever am I to top this, in turn, for their birthday?
I have reason to suspect that I will be receiving from one certain person a JCrew scarf, Coach wristlet, or, even worse, both. This person's birthday is in January, so not only do I have to think of a much better birthday present, but also a fantastic and brilliant Christmas gift. Material objects be damned.
I've asked others what to get for him, and I get the same answer: sexual favors. Granted, yes, the only people I've asked are guys. In any case, that is totally out of the question, but I refuse to fall back on the old gift certificate to his favorite store, because that is just plain lame. Sweater? DVDs? I suck at buying presents, let alone presents for guys, and even worse at buying presents for significant guys.
And also! Comment if you want me to make you an icon. I am bored, see.
I have reason to suspect that I will be receiving from one certain person a JCrew scarf, Coach wristlet, or, even worse, both. This person's birthday is in January, so not only do I have to think of a much better birthday present, but also a fantastic and brilliant Christmas gift. Material objects be damned.
I've asked others what to get for him, and I get the same answer: sexual favors. Granted, yes, the only people I've asked are guys. In any case, that is totally out of the question, but I refuse to fall back on the old gift certificate to his favorite store, because that is just plain lame. Sweater? DVDs? I suck at buying presents, let alone presents for guys, and even worse at buying presents for significant guys.
And also! Comment if you want me to make you an icon. I am bored, see.