On the twelth day of christmas my true love gave to me,

12 contacts glinting (if they're monthlies i can last till next christmas)

11 sets of clothing (diversity, please. and gotta look good on me)

10 pairs to run in (shoes AND socks AND slippers AND sandles)

9 checks to write in (obviously, they'd be blank and addressed to me)

8 talents playing (sports, music, whatever.. i need teachers)

7 shiny blingblings (double =D)

6 packs a-bulging (=D)

5 girls that sing (they sing better than boys, besides vienna choir)

4 weakling nerds (one for history, one for math, one for econs and one for gp)

3 spycams (no explanation required)

2 two stainless stoves (every man should learn how to cook. equality, people.)

and a lovely ipod mini~!

ok i don't really want all that, but i needed to make the song rhyme. i just want those in bold. hmm, actually i wouldn't mind anything on that list at all.

quixoticka eulogized @ 1:51:00 am