I love Christmas shopping...if I know what I want to get people and feel confident about it. To aimlessly wander the mall weekend after weekend mumbling "would they like a sweater? Who wouldn't like a sweater? Have I ever seen them wear a sweater? Maybe they would wear one if they had one like this! Fuck it, I can't decide."--it's maddening.
Take my dad for instance. I know he wants "The Bourne Ultimatum" on DVD because he's been saying so every time I talk to him for the last two months. But in terms of a complimentary gift, I am completely lost. I was until last night anyway. We went out for Taco Wednesday and it became glaringly obvious that he needs a case for his iphone (he's not a blog reader so I can say this). Boom. Done and done. All I had to do was spend a little time with the person and the gift options flowed like wine, my friends.
If only I could do this for everyone, my anxiety would be solved.
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You are unable to spend time with me so I'll just spell it out:
P-O-R-N
And then there's people like Joe where you know them so well you needn't any shared time or hints.
And then there's people like Mr Kumpart, where you can't choose just one gift. Do you get something macho-sports related, or Queer-eye kinds of gifts.
I would like a pony, please.
Oh! Are we taking requests?
Um, I'd also like porn.
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