12.43am
Wednesday
8 December 2004
So, let go, so let go
Jump in
Oh well, what you waiting for?
It's alright
'Cause there's beauty in the breakdown
christmas list:
wish list, which has gotten lots of attention
lately, ensuring that I still want everything on there, no
matter how old, and also, with new-fangled priority rankings!
They haven't been made uber-apparent, for those suckers who
don't update their wishlist every day, but they're there. It's
kind of funny to see how my moods/personality façades change,
from indie rock aficionado, to gourmet food chef, to artsy
fartsy goobe, from young hipster literary intellectual to a
more mature hipster intellectual who actually reads nonfiction
sometimes, from a coder who is finally finding parts of digital
television that are COOL to a lover of the HEIGHT of pulp
yumminess.
Pretty much anything from Uncommon Goods because I
think they are pretty much the coolest store ever.
A bike.
Better in-ear headphones for my iPod than the $10 ones
they come with.
A song.
Someone to take me out to a pretty dinner. It is a
great craving of mine that this be a person who would then fall
madly in love with me, because I miss that badly, but I love
all you friendly peeps and eating out with you too. Esp. if
you want to go to Sotto Sotto or the Floataway Cafe.
Art supplies. (I already have a couple of plain pads of
drawing paper, and pencils. Anything else is open game.)
Flowers flowers flowers, I
always love
flowers.
Oh, what I wouldn't give for a bureau I like.
Unfortunately, I haven't had one in months because I'm rather
picky, and so it might be a difficult gift choice. Alas.
Anything you made yourself, whether it be an elaborate
display of your talents or a big hug.
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