As you know, because I got yelled at one year when, in high school, I didn’t give my mom a christmas list, I still write them. Yes. I turn 33 in a few weeks and I still write a christmas list. (although the past few years I just make a special amazon wishlist and email it, but still, it’s the same thing basically. One year I did it on pinterest, but then I realized my dad, who does the bulk of the interneting for my parents, wouldn’t know how to use pinterest and had to include a list of instructions on how to actually get to the product pages.) I am a greedy, materialistic little brat, and my mom starts shopping for christmas pretty much before boxing day even dawns (well, really, she starts in June. but STILL.) which means that I give them a small list in September and then spend the next 3 months emailing “oh and these are some things I need too.”
And I want ALL of those things, I’m not gonna lie. And a few others besides. So I can’t really say “all I want for Christmas is a job.” Because I want a whole buttload of other things. And, since I enjoy a Miracle on 34th Street and also not worrying about becoming homeless, a house is one of those things. But really, the most important thing you can bring me, Santa, though it won’t really go under the tree, is a job. Specifically, one that is in the DC area, pays okay, and is interesting.
If not for Christmas, well, my birthday is in a few weeks….