Okay, now, really. It's far too early in the sky for thoughts of what will be under the Christmas tree this year for us... But since the wide windfull (definition: full of wind and air all things light and airy... and often pretty) world of retail has wholeheartedly unleashed the holidays, we must respond.
Because there is a ginormous Christmas tree in front of our building. Because there are faux (definition: empty) Christmas gifts wrapped and waiting in our building's lobby. Because we secretly (it's not really a secret. at all, really) adore Christmas and all the holly, bells, snow, twinkly lights, and pressure it brings forth, even though we are supposed to roll our eyes and dye our hair black and be alternative in the face of such mainstream holi-fucking-day cheer.
And so. Our Christmas wish list this year:
1. one more HP
2. that incident in the fourth grade involving the frogs and the field trip and Celina Benson to be forever blotted from everyone's memory
c. our very own, for whenever and whatever
9. soundproof toilet seats
y. a built-into-ourselves ipod
174. a giant field of purple feathers and chocolate-covered bacon and sitting in the middle zach morris, aragorn & dillon mckay, playing cards and reciting poetry while prince performs live behind them wearing nothing but a red velvet cape and a hat made of monkeys
2. a treehouse
8. someone to peel our oranges for us (we have wanted this since we were 12, but alas, it has never happened)
22. another cupcake
What do you want for Christmas, moonpie magees?