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‘Tis the season to spend money, falalalalalalalala.
Time to whip that plastic out, falalalalalalalala.
Shopping is a pain in the arse, falalalalalalalala.
This is one materialistic season, falalalalalalalala.
Ahem. Don’t mind me. It’s the Scrooge part of me talking.
Anyway, I finished the holiday cards and sent them off, all 31 of them in four hours. I’m 70% done with shopping for the few friends I have here. The only thing left to do is to shop for four more friends . . . and well my parents.
Is it me or is it more difficult to shop for parents than it is for friends?! My parents are bloody difficult to shop for. It doesn’t help that my dad doesn’t want a new wallet or has hobbies I know nothing about (baseball cards -_-;;). And it really doesn’t help when the last time I asked my mum what she wanted (we’re talking about ten years ago), she told me that she wanted a diamond.
. . . Like hell I’m getting a diamond. The most I can afford is coal, thank you very much!
Bah. Maybe it’s just me, but seriously, my parents are one hard people to obtain present for! Don’t get me started on the horde of relatives, like twenty-some people, I have to think about buying presents for. For them, I may as well just make candy grams. Will save me a chunk of money in the long run.