I might also need THIS shirt, but it’ll be my little secret that “it” = “anxiety and half an eating disorder.”
Ooh. Why, this would be just LOVELY for my next family gathering, no?
I ordered vitamins and they sent a shipping confirmation that said “Track your box” and I am 12.
“This Mother’s Day, get Mom the gift of…one of the most fucked up mother-daughter relationships in history. You’re welcome. We’re Target.”
I feel attacked by my mail today.
Show me all the Mother’s Day jewelry and flower ads you want, but I just realized the “perfect gift” for MY mom this year will be a gift certificate to my therapist.
Suck it, Pandora bracelets.
Ahem, so… I have most packages delivered to my office, and my coworker just handed me this one.
It’s a candle. But that’s…REALLY not what it felt like…