So grown up me is all, fuck that. No way I'm wasting money on those shenanigans. I'll do it myself. I did it myself. I am inordinately proud of that fact. I am typing this in bed - I got new sheets that make it look like a chocolate raspberry truffle or something. Grown up me is not fucking around.
I'll explain to you why I'm alone in bed typing at 1 AM on a Friday night another time.
But first: inventory of a goodie bag I found while I was rearranging my living room this afternoon. I don't remember who I got this stuff for.
1. It starts out simple enough with Silly Putty
2. Water balloons - still pretty simple but I'm thinking this means it was summer when I bought all this crap?
3. Mustache wax - here's where it gets weird. I make bags like this for Alyssa at least once a year, so my first thought was that this stuff was for her. Until I seen the mustache wax. Okay so I bought this stuff for a dude? But never gave it to him! Ha! The plot thickens...
4. Handkerchief - see #3
5. Bright orange utility knife - Obvs, this is a weapon.
6. Handcuffs - word?
7. Temporary Tattoos - they are not the manly kind though. They are fairy princesses and Pegasuses and flowery hearts.
8. Star stickers - these make me think of "Boomerang" and Lela Rochon's star system. (That movie is still the shit, by the way.)
9. Paddleball - always a good gift, any time of year.
10. Key chain scale - it's getting weird again. I was perhaps sending my man off to a super shady, super femme, super festive drug deal?
11. Backstreet Boys Puzzle Stationary - DEFINITELY for me. I been wondering where this was for over a year now.
12. Gaudy bubble gum machine jewelry - perhaps when it was all said and done I was hoping to propose.
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