I hate shopping for christmas presents. Why, do you ask? Well, namely because I go down to some store looking for one small thing, such as a copy of St. Elmo's fire on VHS for my sister, and there are 5000 rabid customers around, me, and they're all the same too: fat, ugly gluttons who begin to twiddle their fingers as they shove somebody out of the way for the last pair of Green polka dot pajamas and Japanese transistor radios (http://soundamerica.com/sounds/theme...an_Sherman.wav) on the shelf while they are also the same *******s who cause gridlock on Howe Avenue because they are too ****ing impatient to wait their turns at intersections. And why do I hate people so? Well, I blame it on the fact that I am but a lowly college student who cannot get a better job than bagging groceries, and that I see the same exact customer in my grocery store every day.
But anyway, I did most of my gift obligations on Amazon.com, and all I have to say is "Holy ****ing ****! No waitiing in line or rabid customers!" From now on, I'm pointing and clicking for all of my shopping.