Why my parents rock...
I'll try to say this without sounding too materialistic. A great way to tell if someone loves you or knows you very well, is by the presents they get you. I'm not talking about the value of it, or how they got you that Prada bag over the Louis V... (i could give a fuck how to spell that) thing. But instead by how "you" the thing is. Last month my folks did a bunch of traveling all over the Midwest. While in Minnesota, they got my the coolest sketch book ever. It is bound in Buffalo hide and filled with pages made of dried lenin. This thing looks like it belongs in Zelda or Lord of the Rings. It's fuckin' cool.

I'll try to say this without sounding too materialistic. A great way to tell if someone loves you or knows you very well, is by the presents they get you. I'm not talking about the value of it, or how they got you that Prada bag over the Louis V... (i could give a fuck how to spell that) thing. But instead by how "you" the thing is. Last month my folks did a bunch of traveling all over the Midwest. While in Minnesota, they got my the coolest sketch book ever. It is bound in Buffalo hide and filled with pages made of dried lenin. This thing looks like it belongs in Zelda or Lord of the Rings. It's fuckin' cool.

This thing looks like it belongs in Zelda or Lord of the Rings. It's fuckin' cool.
That is seriously the dorkiest and cutest thing I've heard in awhile. I love it!