Because I'm easy. No, not like that, you pervs.

[apocalypsos]

You know, I'm sitting here thinking about the idea I came up with last night for my mother's other Christmas gift and the passel of presents I saw in the game room the last time I went up there and that stupid article from earlier, and you know what?

A pack of gel pens, a graph paper notebook, and a gift card for a meal at Panera.

That's what I'd like for Christmas. The rest is nice and I'm grateful for everything I receive, but that's it. Sometimes I wonder if anybody actually believes me when I say that in real life, but it's true.

That would make me perfectly happy for one whole afternoon, not to mention a side trip to Borders which is only around the curve in the road.

Books and writing and yummy food and a nice place to write. Mmm. :)