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Writer's Block: Happiest birthday gift
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I'm actually sort of torn on this one. There are two:
In 2003, my friends at the Madtone, the theatre that I worked for at the time, pitched in and got me the Queasy Bake Oven. It required a bunch of people chipping in and someone driving all the way to the toy store. Also, it came with the most pornographic hand made card I have ever seen in my life.
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klynnfrost had one of those cameras that took tiny pictures with sticky on the back. So there were all these bodies cut out of porno mags but with the faces of my coworkers pasted on them. It was goddamn hilarious.
Sadly, H was moritifed. He didn't even want the card in the house when his sister came to visit. So, it was dismantled and the coworker pics were time capsuled for safe keeping. I still have them in the box where I keep old movie ticket stubs and temporary tattoos.
Also, that was the year that my Hot Hot Boss sang me a song. *sigh*
The second best gift ever was, as you might expect, my Xbox, which I got last year. It seems that one of my friends knew me even better than I did. I could never have predicted how riotously fun that thing is. Riotously. Plus, it was totally thoughtful and extremely unexpected.
For the record: H always buys me wonderful, thoughtful gifts that he carefully researches before buying. He is a very careful shopper who does not make rash choices on stuff he buys. Ever. Unlike me who stays up for 26 hours straight and then wonders how these $80 charges from Amazon and Holy Clothing got on H's bank card. Stupid Internets. I guess it's H's careful attention to detail that makes it so that one particular birthday gift does not stand out. They're all just so awesome. My first birthday together with H, he bought me a Gameboy Color back when that was THE handheld game system. He has also bought me a Vincent Price figure, a Death Row Marv from Sin City, the Hitchcock box set, all sorts of cool stuff. He doesn't mess around. He has even bought me pagan books despite his personal objections to witchery.
Honestly though, the coolest thing about having birthdays is that even at my advanced age, I can still throw myself a party and know that people I enjoy will show up. Corny as it sounds, true friends are the greatest gift.
I'm actually sort of torn on this one. There are two:
In 2003, my friends at the Madtone, the theatre that I worked for at the time, pitched in and got me the Queasy Bake Oven. It required a bunch of people chipping in and someone driving all the way to the toy store. Also, it came with the most pornographic hand made card I have ever seen in my life.
You see,
klynnfrost had one of those cameras that took tiny pictures with sticky on the back. So there were all these bodies cut out of porno mags but with the faces of my coworkers pasted on them. It was goddamn hilarious. Sadly, H was moritifed. He didn't even want the card in the house when his sister came to visit. So, it was dismantled and the coworker pics were time capsuled for safe keeping. I still have them in the box where I keep old movie ticket stubs and temporary tattoos.
Also, that was the year that my Hot Hot Boss sang me a song. *sigh*
The second best gift ever was, as you might expect, my Xbox, which I got last year. It seems that one of my friends knew me even better than I did. I could never have predicted how riotously fun that thing is. Riotously. Plus, it was totally thoughtful and extremely unexpected.
For the record: H always buys me wonderful, thoughtful gifts that he carefully researches before buying. He is a very careful shopper who does not make rash choices on stuff he buys. Ever. Unlike me who stays up for 26 hours straight and then wonders how these $80 charges from Amazon and Holy Clothing got on H's bank card. Stupid Internets. I guess it's H's careful attention to detail that makes it so that one particular birthday gift does not stand out. They're all just so awesome. My first birthday together with H, he bought me a Gameboy Color back when that was THE handheld game system. He has also bought me a Vincent Price figure, a Death Row Marv from Sin City, the Hitchcock box set, all sorts of cool stuff. He doesn't mess around. He has even bought me pagan books despite his personal objections to witchery.
Honestly though, the coolest thing about having birthdays is that even at my advanced age, I can still throw myself a party and know that people I enjoy will show up. Corny as it sounds, true friends are the greatest gift.
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But this was the writer's block topic today. :-]