
Who wants to buy me a digital camera?
Come on, you know you want to, my posts will improve profoundly, and we all know that all you live for is a new post on your favorite blog, bloomabilities. Or maybe not. At any rate, you'll be stuck with posts like this begging you for things until I get one, so you might as well break down and buy one now before you go insane from all of my asking you to buy me things.
Good logic, no?
yes.
good.
I want to go to the Death Cab for Cutie concert.

'cause I think them boys is real talented in the musicality department. (Even if Kyle thinks they isn't coo'.)
So, who wants to buy me tickets to this sweet show?
Did you notice the font size on that one wasn't quite as large and insistent? I am considerate that way sometimes.
In this picture, guy in glasses = hot.
tiger shirt = delish. (We should all have one)
I have found a new love
(At least I love all of his songs I've heard thus far)

Who wants to buy me a few of his albums?
I know, I know, enough is enough. I'll stop now.