I turn 24 in ten days, and I'm dreading it. The older I get, the more ridiculous birthdays seem to be. Well, not all birthdays. Obviously kids and teenagers deserve birthdays. Well, adults do, too. Just not me. The idea of an entire day centered around the celebration of me... I've always reveled in it. But this year, I'm thinking of just taking a sick day from life and staying in bed.
That being said, there have been some questions as to what I would like to receive for my birthday. It seems silly, but I'll post some ideas.
If money were no option, I'd want a banjo.
I know you're picturing this,
But in my mind I look like this...
If it were based strictly on ridiculous, unneeded wants, I'd want light blue high-top Converse.
They're hemp and powder blue. And I want them.
If it were books, I'd want used copies of the following:
If it were music, I'd want sheet music of Malaguena by Ernesto Lecuona...
If it were designed to knock my socks off, I'd want a gorgeous steampunk-inspired ring from Etsy...
If it were something truly useful, I'd want more of my favorite pens...
If it were the perfect gift, it'd be one of these...
And if it were something I really want, for no explainable reason, I'd want a hand vacuum.
Shut up. I've just always wanted one.
Ed. note: I just realized this last gift idea could seem like some sort of a racy hint. It's not. I really just want to have a hand vacuum handy for dog hairs on my bed. Sickos! (And, really, OUCH, that would hurt.)
2 comments:
Sellevision is awful. Amend your wish list before it's too late
Read it. Loved it. Back off, it's the only Burroughs I don't own.
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