let me set up the scenario for you. Chillen with the Boofriend and we are going over our christmas plans. Then the dreadful question arises. “What do you want for Christmas” (cue scary movie music) Because I’m unstable I instantly breath a heavy sigh and roll my eyes *thinking* this motherf*cker already knows what the hell I want. He has clippings posted on the bathroom mirror, he has pamphlets stuck to the side of his pillow, we have walked in the stores and i have showed him, made him hold it and feel it and check the price on it. So I refuse to answer the question. I REFUSE. Finally he uses that big brain of his and he remembers.

Fast forward to christmas eve. he wants me to come with him to pick it out. That way we can pick our gifts up together to make sure there is no mistake. Spending all day in the mall with me searching for gifts for everybody else, by the time he makes it to the store that holds my gift it closed. Depression sets in.

Fast forward to Christmas Day…. we all sit down to eat, everyone opens their gifts, everyone is laughing and having a grand time. I get presents from everyone, Nice practical gifts that warm my soul and make me happy. My mom and dad hands me their gift to me. I open it. YESSSSSS I got what the boo was supposed to by me BUT there is a major problem. a Major Major problem. Out of all the generations of the product, I get the 1st generation, the very first one, the prototype. DEPRESSION sets in. where did they find this one to buy? WTF? I suck it up, I smile through it, then excuse myself to go bawl in the bathroom and let my frustrations out.

Being greatful is the objective. Depression is the outcome.