My friends don't seem to like me much; at least, not as much as they once did, so I've been ordering things online, you see; sending myself these little gifts. I try to buy them quickly, and mostly on a whim. That way, when they get to me, I'm half-surprised by what's within. I guess you could say I'm lonely, or call it some sort of selfishness, but I'd send gifts to my friends if only I could remember any of their addresses.
Just a silly poem. Not entirely true. I recently bought my friend the most awesome Cthulhu toy for his upcoming birthday.