self-serving gift solicitation

let me preface my self-absorbed public service announcement (i mean, it is my blog after all - where better to be self-absorbed?). my 27th birthday is coming up, followed shortly thereafter by the birthday of baby jesus (yay baby jesus!!), so some loot is going to be coming my way eventually, i know it.

in lieu of the scented candles, nondescript picture frames, and sweaters that don't fit (ubiquitous gifts for the chick you know that doesn't do a lot of chick like stuff but seriously, has boobs and must need such accoutrements like all other chicks), i'm putting out a bulletin: if you planned on getting me anything at all, cool and thanks; i politely request gift cards to EMS or REI. my bike fernando and i have logged upwards of 150 road miles since i adopted him in july, and we need some gear. and i can't afford any of it. so fernando says, please send $$, cause he wants gloves, a bigger camelbak, some bergelene, a portable pump and tubes, a hex key set for repairs, and panniers (don't know what those are? neither did i; look them up). we always gladly accept gift cards to old navy as well; i am still a chick, it's true.

and if you're reading this going, who the hell does this broad think she is, telling the universe what she wants when she's such an old bag already...i'll tell you a) i'm the biggest child you'll ever meet and my birthday is always my favoritest holiday because it's in honor of ME and b) i don't even know why i'm posting this, since i already informed my mom; she's 50% of my gift-giving fiefdom and i'm living with the other 50%, so all involved parties are already well aware.

so what's santa going to bring you?