Sunday, 4 December 2011
05:30:15 AM (GMT)
Trolololol, this is another entry about me bragging about my lovelife.
Branden's gonna write me a Christmas song.
Nobody's ever written a song for me before.
Now I don't know what to get him for Christmas.
What's a good as a song?!
Because I can't sing or write songs.
Should I dig through my brother's closet and find him something?
No, I gotta spend money.
But on whaaat?
I've no job.
If you wanna help, send money to 2222 Poor street, Somewhere in, Texas.
Not a teddy bear.
Or a mistletoe.
Guys like lava lamps, right?
Do they like cute pinatas with candy inside?
Do they like fried dog with a side of bird?
Because I have a dog and a bird.
But I'm against animal cruelty.
I can't afford a guitar.
Or a skateboard.
Or a karaoke machine.
I have a sketch book.
But I like my sketch book.
What's his shoe size?!
I can't afford Xbox video games!
I'm getting him a lava lamp.
Or a... BASKET!
Full of little things!
Like, like, like action figures as a joke!
And, and, and I'll try to knit him a scarf!
I gotta learn to knit first.
And I can sing "All I want for Christmas is you" in the best way I can.
Because I don't even know all the words.
Or sing like Mariah Carey.
I gotta think.