(Remember when people used to say “crunk”? I think it was a mix between “chronic” and “drunk”. I prefer the term “drigh”. You do the math.)
Ahh, that takes me back…
Anyways, I’m always a little late with Christmas presents. I never know what to get my family because my mom goes shopping every single day and my step dad never speaks to me. Alessandro just says, “You,” when I ask him what he wants. (Plus or minus some dirty stuff.)
I always know what the fuck I want.
Sometimes my list sounds like the lyrics to a Christmas hip-hop song, but regardless… it’s better to know what kind of liquor someone wants under the tree instead of having to guess. Speaking of which, I finally put up my tree:
(Side note: I’m currently listening to Wham’s “Last Christmas” and dancing with my head because, honestly, how can you not?)
My REAL Christmas list might be unorthodox but here it is…
Alanna’s Christmas List:
1. To be 19 again.
(Because why wouldn’t you?)
2. Really good cocaine.
Don’t judge me. I don’t live in Florida so it’s hard to get and Philadelphians screw you on it. I’d settle for lots of adderall, though.
3. To hang out with my great aunt Lil one last time and share a glass of her world-famous egg nog.
She died a couple years ago, but lived a fantastic life up until the day before she turned 98. The most badass person I’ve ever encountered.
4. To see Led Zeppelin perform live in concert.
(Don’t even get me started on Robert Plant’s unwillingness to sign a fucking contract. WHO TURNS DOWN $800 MILLION DOLLARS?!?!?!??!?!??!?!)
6. To hang out with my best friends.
I miss my dawgs.
But that’s about it. I could deal with more or less, but the essentials are there. Although the Dirty Boyz know what’s good when it comes to Christmas lists…
“Dear Santa I’ve been very good this year
can you make them two felonies on my record disappear
All I want for Christmas is peace in the ‘hood
And an old-school-candy-painted Cadillac Fleetwood”