he's polite. he's customer-service oriented. he's hot. he's charming. he's gay. and he brings back small little gifts from his trips around the world. fuck the air stewardess (who cares about her anyways?) given the age of metrosexuals and the ever-increasing spending limits that the women and gay people have these days, it's time to bring in the AIR STEWARD. definitely a great way to fly. an even greater way to unzip my fly. that's the boyfriend, in a nutshell.

still, i'm a sucker for people who shower me with gifts. maybe it's the depraved Christmas presents that the relatives have been torturing me with for the past few years. they still don't understand that i wear size S, not XL anymore. 8 years ago, it would have been a great slap in the face to stop stuffing myself with a bubble-tea and McDonald's diet. now, it's just a tired excuse for purchasing the remnant pieces in a clothing sale.

the 2007 Dilbert planner really hits the mark though. i've always enjoyed gifts that enocurage writing. be it a simple notepad, a pen or a bottle of fountain pen ink. hell, you could even purchase some photocopier paper for my birthday and i would squeal with delight. dark chocolate. and a calendar. now i can throw away that miniature wallet-sized calendar that i received from the representative of some random ambulance company at work.

logically speaking, the boyfriend should go on more trips hor?

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