Clearly Peewee is the only one who listens to anything I have to say when it comes to my one true heart’s desire — because it was she who finally caved to my incessant demands for a red robot keychain and for that, she’s totally getting the Sweet Valley High books when I die. you should feel bad.
Now the rest of you suckers are left coming up with your own ideas on what to get me on this, the most magical of birthdays. 06.06.06 deserves some good gifts, I think. Of course you can bet your sweet ass that books is a good gift for the nerdiest of nerds on her most magical of birthdays (which is in like 39 days).