Complicated.

That's what you're being.

Or maybe not. Maybe I just suck at thinking of presents for you.
I hate how I searched 149 or so pages on etsy.com to find something for you. In the end, nothing would have been of any use to you. The only two good things I found were pillows and a sticker for your iPod.

You like neither. Wow. Well I already ordered the sticker, so you're getting it whether you like it or not.

What else am I getting you? A book full of silly answers people put on tests and a This Century cd (I don't care if you think they're lame. You never even give them a chance. 10 seconds into a song isn't enough. There can always be ONE line in the middle or end of the song that changes your thoughts about the song. That makes you love it).

Maybe I'll find something for him. Maybe I'll stop looking. I hate how I'm putting so much thought into his gift.

I should take Macken's advice and give him a pair of balls. That was the best suggestion so far.