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Day 362: I have never returned a gift (boop boop bee doop!)


- weheartit.com

Sorry to have been away so long. Busy in a chocolate-induced Christmas coma.

Hello and happy post-holidays to all! I am at the point that I always think I won't reach, where I have no interest in eating chocolates at all anymore. In fact, I just ate one and it tasted like nothing... I'm like a heroin addict, who needs to have more and more heroin until you eventually need heroin just to feel like a normal person.

So, first up in 2012 will be some sort of healthy eating regime. Maybe some sort of French thing, where I just eat croissants and leek soup. Or maybe some sort of caveman thing where I only eat foie gras and lobster. I don't know - at least I'll eat less chocolates and sugar, which will probably be good for me.

- weheartit.com

Hmm.. pain au chocolat poses an interesting conundrum.
On the one hand, chocolate. But on the other hand, French.
And on the other, third hand, delicioso.
Anyway, so, I got lots of great gifts this year! But I always love all of my gifts. It's kind of a thing. I mean, I got some of the stuff I asked for, and some stuff people thought I'd like (and some MAGICAL GIFTS FROM AMAZING AUNTS) but it's all fabulous. I couldn't imagine ever returning a gift, although apparently, lots of people do this.

I don't know why. Part of it is that, someone bought me this thing. So even if it's, for instance, a pair of Christmas novelty toe-socks (*note: I did not get these this year THANK GOD), I will think, "Someone thinks that these toe socks remind them of me, and therefore, even though I don't understand why, I accept that and will try and find my own inner toe-sockiness."

- weheartit.com

Unfortch, I don't actually have any inner toe-sockiness because TOE SOCKS ARE TERRIBLE.
But if I got a pair as a gift, maybe I could cut off the toes and make a sock bun?

One time, I got a Betty Boop lunchbox despite the fact that I a) was 20 and b) have never felt one way or another about Betty Boop. But I got this lunchbox, and thought, "Somebody thinks I would want this," and then I carried it around for a year, even though it was too small to fit my sandwich boxes in and I got some odd looks around university.

I don't know. Part of me likes trying on different personas (I am the Betty Boop lunchbox girl! I am the Betty Boop toe socks girl! I am the girl in the Betty Boop rubber mask!); part of me thinks maybe other people know me better than I do so I should trust them; part of me is polite; and part of me is like, "Gifts are fun!"

- weheartit.com

Nothing against Ms. Boop, but like, why is her head so big?
She's like Dora the Explorer's sassy Abuela.

Really, despite all appearances to the contrary, I'm not choosy. (*IMPORTANT NOTE: Except with clothes. I have very specific tastes in clothes which, although I think are quite apparent, nobody else seems to fully grasp. But everybody who knows me has learned not to buy me clothes, so this isn't an issue.)

In other news: my fabulous mother sent me a gift card to buy a microwave! Hello, heated magic bag! Hello, reheated leftovers! Hello... hmm, maybe I could instead buy a panini press, or a brie baker, or a slow cooker, or... hmm. Stay tuned.

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