I think my Secret Santa is trying to tell me something very loud. Like: MOVE YOUR UGLY BUTT FROM YOUR CHAIR (playing Skyrim and eating unhealthy candies) AND GO SEE THE WORLD! Oh, and write about it on a hipster notepad while wearing a weird hat. You'll make millions.

Thankies, Secret Santa, I'll take the advice (and the candy).

PS: who wants fake postcards of Los Angeles? Never been there but I can totally make it like so. You'll just have to ignore the french stamp.