all i want for x-mas is...

you...and that beautiful fendi spy bag [sighs]. so x-mas is up and i'm really worried "f"is gonna buy me perfume. i swear i'll squirt that shit on his eyes. well...not if its really expensive. but if he were to get me perfume they keep locked in rite aid, one row above "charlie" and "jean nate'", i'd cut him. translation: i'd give a half smile, cry (and laugh) with my sis on the phone, contemplate our relationship ("girl, he don't love me"), regift and send it to mom as a "bonus" x-mas gift.

oh gosh, i'm annoying. since when did i get so spoiled? (eerie voice whispers " since you were born, trick")