Over the past years, it has slowly become more and more difficult for me to form a Christmas list for any relative who asks. For one, it feels embarrassingly juvenile, and on top of that: I can’t think of anything I want, I end up putting dull, practical things on my list such as: socks, a French press, a bread pan, etc., or I make a list of things I don’t want to spend my own money on/are too lazy to buy. I usually spend the entire time drafting up a list that consists of a few movies and books, and a sarcastic abundance of unmentionables/high priced items I could never seriously ask a relative for, but, if I could have, I would have asked for:
- An eighth, or maybe I’d be so bold as to ask for a quarter;
- Rolling papers;
- Hanae Mori Butterfly, 1.7 oz. Eau de Parfum;
- Some condoms (though this may seem like a strange request);
- A hookah;
- Beer, probably Leinenkugel’s Sunset Wheat and a chocolate stout of some sort;
- A few packs of cigarettes (2 pck. Marb. 27s, 1 pck. Marb. Milds, 3 pcks. Marb. Smooths, 1 pck. Camel Lights, 1 pck. Kamel Reds) to last me through the occasional cravings until this time next year;
- A pack of lighters (my favorite colors: blue, purple, green, red);
- A watch (non-ugly);
- A new stem for Detective Stabler;
- Gas card;
- Grocery gift card;
- Uhh, money.
If only…
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