So I JUST got this shirt yesterday at 11 pm, when I should have been going to sleep in order to actually have enough awake brain cells to write an essay about Oedipus. But I didn't, because I got all FIVE shirts I ordered, and I had to decided which one to wear the next day. It was tough, because all of my pants and skirts are dirty. But I settled on this one, because I liked it even more than I did before. It's a really nice shade of blue, and the black design looks pretty awesome with my black nerd glasses. But, the point is-

This shirt is super cool, because from the front, it looks like your average, artsy, nice-looking shirt. I got a TON of compliments just because people like birds and Edgar Allen Poe and black outlines. But it can double as a joke shirt. It's so simple, it is STILL classy, even when you get the joke. I looked sophisticated even while spinning around like a maniac. But I love that it's funny, and it's even funnier because it's hard to tell that it's funny. Does that make sense? Probably not. I'm a little sleep deprived.

BTW, My nickname in middle school was Poe. It was a fad. Poe, Joe, Moe, Roe.

It was Buster Keaton's fault. I love him kind of a lot. And then i found this shirt! And it was sold out! And it is still sold out! And I am SO devastated.

I yearn for it with the deepest depths of my soul. Now, I think I must finally get it. As soon as we get a mailbox...because we just moved. Also, does anyone know if, say, the girly medium fits me snugly, the girly large would be huge? or just a bit looser?

I have so many brown shirts. Okay, I have one. But I don't like that it's brown. It doesn't go with the rest of my supremely colorful wardrobe. And so I can't buy other brown tees. And it makes me want to explode. Because I like this poem, and I want it on a shirt, and it would be lame (and, come to think of it, probably illegal) to just do an iron-on design. Gross.