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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