12 Days of Christmas || Yeah, I'm That Kid.

On the first day of Christmas, my true love sent to me: a partridge in a pear tree.

So, it is December 13, 2013 meaning that twelve days of Christmas has officially begun! And, I started Christmas shopping. This is my first year shopping for a boyfriend because I usually just be like "Merry Christmas!" or "I hate you. Stop eating my food. Get out. Go home. Jack off. Watch porn. Good bye." But this year, this guy is seriously serious about me. He's been so great, and like this past almost five (technically seven if you count the two months that we talked) have been perfection. I mean, there's like no thing of perfection or whatever but that is beside the point. The point is, if he took the time to buy me a gift, I'm gonna take the time to buy him a gift. Because I mean, he is so deserving. Like, he loves me for me, guys and gals. I mean, I don't know. He's supercalifragilisticexpialidocious.

Anyway, I totally didn't get my sister anything but I mean I give her the gift of an annoying little sister every day, so I mean is a present necessary? Probably, but I think she really doesn't mind because she knows I have the attention span of a ruler. Just kidding. What were we talking about?

Gotcha!

Anyway, back to my supercalifragilisticexpialidocious boyfriend. He is getting an awesome Attila shirt because that's his favorite band, and he's been going on and on about this "Suck my Fuck" Christmas Special sweater so I got it for him. :D I really hope he wears it everyday until he's 1,002 and with 370 grandchildren that all call him "Paaaaaaaps" Maybe... I just hope he likes it, because I really want this to be our best first Christmas. I think it will be, but I want it to be perfect because he deserves a lot more than a sweater, but that's all I could afford.