What’s the point. It doesn’t even matter. Presents don’t make you feel better. Nothing makes you feel better. Whatever. I don’t even care.
- That Deftones CD that has their cover of the Smiths’ “Please, Please, Please Let Me Get What I Want” on it. It’s darker.
- Gift card to The Black Angel. I don’t care for how much. Whatever. Like it matters.
- Johnny the Homicidal Maniac: Director’s Cut. Right, like you get why it’s cool. So lame.
- Hangover on DVD.
- Admission ticket to Disneyland Paris for when I get back to Europe. “Why?” You wouldn’t understand.