dear santa,

i know its getting close to the wire, but i really can't think of anything i really really want this year. you see, i have just about everything i need. i mean, i want a new car, new running shoes, a few new books to read, maybe even a weird little doll that looks like some kind of reject from the set of marie antoinette, super long hair with no split ends, amazing 6 pack abs, a super high tight ass, and a shopping spree. so, you see santa, other than that, i have just about everything i need. i have shelter, a warm hearted man who loves me, i have great friends, a great family, love my job, and besides from my bum foot, life is pretty fucking great. sorry santa, the fucking is for emphasis.

let the merriment begin!