In which: I amuse the dickens out of myself.

My birthday is coming up. My parents (and, indeed, most people, myself included) usually have no idea what to get me as presents*. Of late, I've begun to prepare for just such occasions by bookmarking links to pictures of/information about things I want. I recently sent the following email to my parents, entitled "The average age of an American combatant in the Vietnam War" (which is, according to the title of a Paul Hardcastle song, how old I'm about to be)‏:

Dearest parents:

Mother has graciously offered to escort myself and a dashing young man of my choosing (Fernando) to Trivia, and I was wondering about shirts. Possible?

Also, I have stumbled upon several interesting things lately, in order of how much I desire them.
This is a shirt:
http://www.topatoco.com/merchant.mvc?Screen=PROD&Store_Code=TO&Product_Code=WIGU-EDWARD&Category_Code=WIGU
The same shirt is available in "asphalt", which was an accident and therefore cheaper:
http://www.topatoco.com/merchant.mvc?Screen=PROD&Store_Code=TO&Product_Code=WIGU-EDWARD-ASPHALT&Category_Code=WIGU
This is a book:
http://www.yourscreenplaysucks.com/
This is a CD:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Hazards_of_Love

I am dangerously low on food.

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I hope you're both well. Extend my love to my siblings, our friends and our neighbours. Also, let's hope we don't all get nuked to death by North Korea (or at the very least pelted with debris).

Love.


[Insert chuckling here.] I crack me up.

*They did really well this past Christmas, though. Jess got me computer speakers. Mommy and Daddy managed several excellent things, including some hoodies, socks, undies, and most importantly a fabulous digital camera (which I now overuse the uhnf out of). I also got some great jewelry and excellent books.