Santa My Mom Doesn't Know Me..

My mom got me the "Baby" perfume from Gwen Stefani's Harajuku Lover's Collection. I specifically told her a couple of month's ago that if she were to get me a perfume, it'd be Versace's Bright Crystal. She forgot.

The bottle is cute, but it literally smells like a baby prostitute. I imagine that Miley Cyrus uses this scent on the daily. In my mom's mind, I am still 11 years old listneing to No Doubt's Tragic Kingdom. She still believes I'm that dorky kid that idolizes Gwen Stefani and wears body glitter to school dances. This is all sorts of depressing.

I don't want to seem like a brat, but I was disappointed. I specifically asked for no gifts because my mom  never gets it right. Ever. It's also insulting when she gets me things I would never get myself. Polka-dotted beanie with a brim? Really, mom? (I'm for serious, this is something I also recieved) At least she tried.

I'm not a Christmas person anymore, and I'm pretty sure being a broke post-grad is hugely responsible for this. You really know what I want for Christmas? My old life back--minus the homework. Get on that, Santa.