for the two thousandth and third merry christmas, my friends and relatives gave to me:
five smelly products,
four assorted cook books,
three household items,
two silver watches
and 4lb of choc-o-late raisins.

I take it from the repetition that my friends and/or family members consider me to be stinky, perpetually late and absolutely incapable in the kitchen because i spend too much time paying attention to household knick-knacks and indulging my chocolate raisin fetish. i resent that. it's an obsession, not a fetish.