It has to happen. Every year one wishes to brag about what their loved ones got them for Christmas. Me personally, I like to think of the love poured into said gifts.
A Game of Thrones (book) - Already have it, but I can return it for the next one! :D
A pair of jeans - I have never really been a jeans person up until recently. They’re good for work and can be rather comfy if fitted right. These ones cost a fuckin lot so they better be comfy. THEY TOTALLY FUCKIN ARE. :P
A pair of boots - I don’t really have a nice pair of boots. Shoes, yes. Steeltoes, definitely, but no boots. Boots are utilitarian and allseason. It’d be nice to go hiking or something this summer, especially with certain people. :)
Pirate Radio - I love music and music history. I also love good movies. This one is both. And it has Nick Frost in it. I highly recommend it.
An expansion drive - Yay! I can put my movies somewhere else for once and maybe my computer will run a little faster now, haha.
"Quill" ~ Bison - If you remember, dear Tumblr, a while back I posted a track by a band I discovered through your wonderful tracking system. Well, my brother got me the album and put it on a flash drive. The imbedded folder system contained a cute little message:
Your new fantastic Christmas Present / I’m gonna need this USB drive back by the way / PS I might have another present for you too / It’s gonna take a couple of days though / This is the last folder I promise / Ta Da!
As all of you are aware, I’m sure, I LOVE dogs. I would rather have a dog than a kid (easier to train ;3) but ‘big’ breeds have scared me for years. After reading this article, several memories are drudged up:
The meanest dogs I’ve ever met were smaller than average.
The only times* I’ve ever been bit by a big breed was when the dog was ‘on duty.’
The dopiest dog I’ve ever met was a Staffordshire Terrier, a bully breed.
*time, not times. Play bites don’t count, even if they hurt a little.