I'm Not At Home Anymore

I think I may be turning into an agoraphobic. Of course I'm exaggerating, but I seriously do not want to leave my house . . . ever. I love it there. I think it has to do with the fact that there are cookies and warm temperatures at my house and everyone loves me and puts up with me and there is always milk because my mom actually goes to the grocery store and buys it. When I have to leave I start thinking extremely negative thoughts, mostly thoughts like, "I hate everything and I want to stay here." Anyway, enough of that . . . I am going to buy presents for my family tomorrow. I will probably spend too much money but I really don't care because I love getting presents for people at Christmas. I think that it would be cool to be like Santa Claus. Especially the living in the North Pole and the red suit with fur trim, except my red suit would be all sparkly.