I've Got Troubled Thoughts and Self-Esteem to Match

So my littlest sister got a puppy for Christmas. She named him Buddy; I call him Tyler. He is one happy dog. Not that I'm not happy, but I wish I could be as happy as him. Well maybe not that happy, lab-retriever happiness in human form would probably get annoying. (Hey! Hey! How are ya! How are ya! Hey!)

My biggest gift was clothes. And I'm happy about it? Actually, I didn't even get clothes, I got a certificate to go shopping with my mom, and I'm happy about it. Weird. What happened to those huge Christmas lists full of millions of toys and video games? What is wrong with me? I guess next year I'll ask for some crazy video game, or even better some race track that my dad will spend all night setting up so I can play with it in the morning. Yesss.

I also got the new Fall Out Boy CD, and "What a Catch, Donnie" is quite an addicting little tune. I pulled the title of this pointless post from the lyrics of it. And I don't "got" either of those things. My thoughts aren't all that troubled and while I apparently I have no skill with the ladies I'm too proud to worry about self-esteem issues.

Mandatory cute puppy picture:

If you were hoping I had some purpose to this post, sorry to disappoint. Don't feel bad, I'm disappointed too; I was hoping I would suddenly come up with some moral lesson or profound insight but I got nothing. Life is good. Oh, I learned in Elders Quorum today that the Male body finishes growing at 28, so after that technically I'll be slowly dying. How uplifting.