So, I work in Chicago as an intern for this kickass Story Company 2nd Story. If you live in Chicago, you should check it out. We tell some kick ass stories at bars. It's worth the 10 bucks.

ANYWAY. the office I intern at is in the SAME building as the Threadless Company Office. So, every friday I get to walk past the Threadless office, and look in and try to see if anything awesome is going on. Usually someone is doing something fun. It makes me and my other intern/friend Holly super jealous.

RIGHT NOW they are playing ping pong, drinking beer, playing guitar hero and having a general awesome party. We (while we love our internship) are not doing any of these kinds of things.

We are super jealous.

I'm offically 25.01 years old.

I didn't even get one t-shirt for my birthday. BOO Chicago. BOO.

I like being 25.01 years old. I think perhaps I will tell everyone that I am not exactly 25 but 25.01...

... I think for my birthday I should submit this t-shirt design I've been working on and be destroyed by harsh t-shirt officianados ON my birthday.

That'd be awesome.. and did you know that if you search how to spell officianados the first result is Yahoo talking about Anime officianados.

I would also like to give Dreamhost a big middle finger today for telling me that the website I WANT to register for free is taken when EVERY OTHER domain registration place says it is NOT registered. Asswipes.

Oh and I'm giving out $5 scores today to every t-shirt I score for my birthday.

I can't wait to wear this shirt around all the Poetry Grad students at my new school in Chicago. I've heard, from a friend who sat in on one of their Poetry workshops, that the poems are painfully sad at times, the kind of sad that makes your stomach hurt from it's bad sadness.

I'm so excited I could burst, but reallly I don't even know why I'm so excited.

Ok so am I retarded but I just do not understand the sizing shit on a girls XL. I have boobs that go on for days (thanks genetics, you've ruined my clothing life) and there is one thing I don't want to have to do is squeeze my breasts into a t-shirt with an image stretched right across them so not only will everyone be staring at my breasts, they'll be staring and reading.

I'm also lazy and don't want to have to send a t-shirt back if I don't like it.

I mean I got an 2XL Men's Impossible Love by accident and instead of sending it back, because it's like swimming in a sea of Neutral Cotton, I'm just sewing it to make it smaller and adjusting the collar to not be so fucking retarded.

So does anyone on this website wear a girls XL and can tell me how evil or non-evil it is in the breast area?

I don't trust "sizing charts" either.

Go me!

As a mother, (yes, bitches, I have an almost four yearold genius child who is slowly becoming more intelligent then the rest of the world) I believe that this t-shirt should be available for the small children to wear.

Imagine the faces of the other more conservative parents when your child brings them the reality of what could really happen when you bring out the Pinata!! There were so many times I thought, as an evil 9 yearold girl, that it'd be much more fun to spin around and aim for the screaming laughing children around me then that stupid candy filled paper mache mess.

Surprisingly, I still had a large amount of friends, despite my thoughts of bashing their heads in with a plastic bat or that stupid decorated stick parents in my neck of the woods would give us.

I won't even get into the thoughts that ran through my head when I was forced to play pin the tail on the donkey....

I just kind of wanted to know how many comments one post could hold... or how many people have so much free time that they will take the time to keep posting comments until threadless explodes.

Oh and I bought a XL mens t-shirt thinking it would be nice to sleep and and What the Hell?? It was like swimming in sweet smelling fabric... I have my own pool made of one cactus/balloon fabric t-shirt.

I had a dream I was a Kosher Jew who became a Zombie and all I could eat was other Kosher Jews who had recently been to Synagogue and were touched by the rabbi. I became a self hater and just started eating everything around me, but made sure to pause and curse myself and God after I devoured every non-kosher brain.

Well ok I really didn't have that dream.. it was actually a day-dream while I was waiting for some fake blonde girl to get out of the Bar bathroom... she smelled like sweet sweet dryer sheets.

What a waste of paper type products.. which brings me to my last fucking question.. WTF are dryer sheets made out of .. and why do we all use them when we really don't know if we need them or not?