Okay now- usually I don't beg for things. Except maybe for foot rubs, but that's a totally different thing. Let's ignore I said that, that's a private thing. Let's get back on track: My birthday is coming up. A boring age of 23, but that's no matter. Birthdays mean gifts, and I know what I want for my birthday, and it's not the same ol' underwear and tube socks request I give every year for every gift-giving time (Mainly because I am over the tube socks. Completely finished with them). This is what I want, and I could so use more than one pair:

Hulk Boxing Gloves.

Yes!! Yes, that is what I want, what I yearn for. I'm not shooting high here, I know. But goddamn, I want these bad boys. Joe wouldn't get them for me- he says that they're too much the rage right now, and that we should have gotten them the first time we saw them and no one had heard of them yet. Bullocks! I don't have time to worry about being too cool for school! I want to punch things and hear my hands go RAHHHHHHHR! everytime. It's little joys like these that light up my eyes.

So that's what I want for my birthday in case you were wondering, and I know you were.

Please.

And since we're on the subject, I also need jeans. Preferablly ones that won't make my butt look flat. Asians have that problem.