to whomever saw fit to send me a pair of doc martens,

your timing is impeccable. i was just laying in bed crying from pain, depressed as fuck, vowing to spend another day not leaving my bed when there came a knock at the door. so now i'm done feeling sorry for myself for the day i think, and i'm going to walk my crippled ass over to dairy queen and treat myself to a goddamn butterfinger blizzard (and a lactaid tablet, lol).

you seriously brightened my day, secret santa. thank you.
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From: [identity profile] anmorata.livejournal.com


They didn't put our name on the receipt? ;)

We love you, and we hope you like them. :)

From: [identity profile] paroxysm-cycle.livejournal.com


you guys are awesome. i actually have a gift for you under the tree (and have for a few weeks now, lolz) i just haven't been able to get to the post office because right now my life revolves around other people's work schedules since i can't drive yet.

From: [identity profile] paroxysm-cycle.livejournal.com


i think it could have been a box of dog poo (well, okay, not dog poo) and i would have been grateful. i've been all "wah, i'm an alien and no one gets me and no one wants to be around me cuz i'm a miserable cripple!" for a week or so now so it was nice to know that i'm totally unwarranted in thinking that, lol

From: [identity profile] transmission00.livejournal.com


that's totally awesome. glad something could brighten your day. and damn, a blizzard. mmm :)

From: [identity profile] transmission00.livejournal.com


man, those bastards.

i have a dairy queen right next to my work. all day we smell the grease factory
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