All I want for Christmas (or whatever non-denominational, exploitative, gift-giving holiday people celebrate) are these things:
These are ridiculously beautiful, and the design makes it sound better... brilliant. Little Horn Speakers are a must have for the disgustingly rich (don't even ask how much they cost, and if you look it up and have a heart attack, don't say I didn't warn you.)
This kind of looks like the Christmas tree my dad brought for our first Christmas ever, when we moved to New York from Dubai. And the winter was so bitterly cold, and every night I dreamt of home, but would wake up in this freezing, grimy, sad city. No gardens or sunshine in sight. We still don't celebrate it, but I miss my tree, this picture doesn't do it justice (but it's the closest I could find).
I want the second season of True Blood, so I can get the saccharine taste of Twilight out of my mouth. Or maybe I want hot vampire sex to keep me warm through the winter. Or maybe I just want to catch up and see that last episode again before it begins right where it left off.
I just want this album, but am too embarrassed to get it for myself, even though most pop-haters agree, this girl is for real.
But Santa, even if I get none of these, just some peace of mind would be great-thanks!
-Kastoory
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2 comments:
I'm pretty much with you on a all of these. I trash talked Gaga at first, but she's the realest of artists in pop music. My mind has changed. I still won't buy the album for myself.
peace of mind and peace on earth are all i want.
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