Dead Sucker, referring to the shirt design, is my dearest friend KDLIG's winning entry in Threadless. I wasn't able to place an order the first time it was printed as I was only informed about it when the shirt was already out of stock.

One day, good news came to me through email as Threadless announced the reprint of such product. I didn't have to think twice and immediately placed the order. And to maximize the shipping contents and costs, I ordered a few more shirts created by other designers. Then I called up KDLIG to inform her that I have already placed the order and we can finally have a photo shoot with our Threadless shirt collection as the most quintessential item will soon be in my hands.

4 weeks later and the package still hasn't arrived. So I checked with the local post office but to my disappointment, they have no information whatsoever. So I emailed Threadless inquiring about the package and told them that this is the most important order I've ever made because it contains my dearest friend's work. But as international shipments have no tracking number, sadly, they can't trace it and advised me to wait a little longer as international shipments usually take 5 weeks or so. I gave it another week and checked back with the local post office but got the same response. So I emailed Threadless again hoping they'd send me another package just as they always offered me with my previous lost in transit orders. Now, you can't imagine how my heart was broken when I received this...



Hello Warren!

Oh no! At this point, we have to assume the order was lost in transit. We can send you a replacement order, issue Threadless credit or refund your card for the lost order. If you want a replacement order, we are able to send some of your original selections except for the out of stock item(s) listed below:

Dead Sucker Medium Sand Guys Tee

If you want a replacement order, please confirm your shipping address and let us know what designs and sizes you want. Be sure to check on the site and make sure what you want is in stock. Let us know what you want to do and don't forget to confirm your address! Sorry for the trouble.

Have a wonderful day!

Kristen
Threadless Customer Service
Thank you for shopping at Threadless.com!



Of all the people who shop in Threadless, I am the one who has to have the Dead Sucker shirt because I am KDLIG's biggest fan way back 90's Volcano Girls Era! I am so devastated right now. I can't speak anymore. Ugh! Breakdown!

I'm so sorry Kristy Anne!!!



Dead Sucker: Lost In Transit

My beloved readers,

I come to threadless to vote for my friend's works , works of pure artistic quality. And I love them so much just as how I love her dearly.

One day I logged on and noticed this...

Awww, this is a shame!

If you are seeing this, it is because shawteetheretard has NO web presence stuff filled out AND hasn't written any blogs! We hope that they do become a bit more social. Isn't community and sharing fun?

It might be a little too late, but late is better than never. So I posted a few blogs, some of them are old and some of them are new, all to become more social.

Now, I would like to thank everyone who took the time to read my blogs, especially to those who commented. Truly, community and sharing is fun.

I love you all.

Much love,

Warren

P.S.

I would like to thank Kookaberry for introducing me to thedeadletter.com. When I finish my suicide letter, I know where to send it first. Thank you, so much :)

When you break up and find someone else to cherish you the same way, it's only like you were someone's trash turned into another's treasure. And the cycle can go on. For a small town where everyone is everyone's friend, it doesn't matter if your best friend fucked your lover once, but only what you've made your lover's worth for as long as your relationship would last.

But players are commodities that can never be claimed, thus never disposable. And as only the gorgeous ones are licensed to play around, that explains why you can only hate the game, not the player.

I was preoccupied and busy with a lot of things that I forgot to have dinner so my stomach started to get growling hungry late at night. I went down to the kitchen, opened the fridge, grabbed a baguette and cut it in half. I was too tired to fix something to pair it with so I decided to open a can of spam but it wasn't there. I remember having a couple of them and now I find my grapefruit juice is missing, so as my bags of potato chips and wafers and crackers and wasabi peas that I clearly remember were placed on top of the lazy susan. I know you came here earlier that day while I was out to attend a party, and that was actually the first time you were in this house without me ever since I started doing groceries. That should've given you ample time to grab whatever you wanted, figures why you needed a key for this house. And I wouldn't doubt that it was you because after all, you always had a record of being the biggest swindler in the history turned into a fucking pathetic pack rat who brings home all the left overs from every party you attend. It's such a shame how you used to steal millions now you're stealing my groceries but your fighting spirit is worth commending. If only you were honest and humble enough to have asked for help, I surely wouldn't mind starting a Feed The Forgiven Swindler Fund Raiser, I swear I would. Besides, that would've earned me another ticket to heaven.

Big time turned small time, in the end, you still deserve to feed on rats and bugs or die of starvation. Now, can I get a witness?

You miss me, you said that and now you wanna take it back. Because after you found out I could never feel the same way about you, you wish you haven't spoken too soon. I can say anything I don't mean, that excluded.

Now you see my flaws and thought perhaps with just a little effort you could change me to become the perfect person you had me in mind. So you try to search for my softer side but I'm only getting harder, try to make me mellow but I'm only becoming more ruthless. By the time you give up, your frustrations have already turned into anger.

I say it's not my fault that I can never be attracted to you, you lie unconvincingly saying you can't either. I say it's because there's more to it; deep inside you really wanted me. You tell me to dream on, I say I just ended yours.

I must take the time to applaud you for ruthlessly and glamorously bitch slapping that philandering swine. What you did was brutal yet honorable and dignified. But we must admit, I can say that only because I wasn't involved in the scene. Yes love, I still have a little selfishness left in me.

Now you know I was right when you had to learn your lesson the hard and hurtful way. As your ever considerate friend, I understand why you didn't take my advice at first. But what I resent now is you not telling me that you picked this shameless schmuck off the streets, the level of ghettoness that is far out from our supposed standards. For this, we must cool off our friendship for at least a day so I can think things over and forgive you for ruining my reputation of having friends with only the finest tastes.

If you only needed someone to call your own, I would've made a better boyfriend. Because my loyalty has long been tried and true despite of what the unfortunate ones who never had me say otherwise. Too bad though, you're not my type.

You're not in love with me. Because of course, how can you be in love with someone who treats you like dirt unless you're a masochist. That's another offense and you deserve it as you're really worth nothing more than it. You just didn't see it because you were blinded by your obsession with the idea of falling in love and taking an affair towards the only direction you misconceptually know as relationship. And when you get it you'll eventually get tired of it cause you never really knew what you wanted out of it. And until you figure it out, every so called relationship you'll have will never last.

Sadly, clothing is the closest to approximation and you looked foxy in your dress so I thought I'd buy you a drink. I asked the bar tender to get you another glass of whatever you're having then you looked back at me so I came over. You said something in Carabao English and it doesn't matter if it was clever, that alone had made me feel so tired as I was immediately sent through teleportation to the boondocks, the farms, the rice terraces, under the scorching heat of the sun, sweat on my skin, pain on my back, I felt my jeans wet soaked in the mud where I was sowing sweet potato seeds with you. Fuck, these $200 jeans are not made for farming! Of course not, you just accidentally spilled your drink on them. So I said it's early but I gotta get going, truth is, I just can't stand listening to another word from you, the last one was stressful enough to put me to bed. You should stay however, after all, the first bus back to the mountain with no name where you came from doesn't leave in 6 hours anyway.

You ask how come I don't call you anymore, I say I had a lot of things going on. You ask if I have taken my lunch, I say sandwich. You say I remembered to take my lunch but not to call you, I say I haven't been thinking about you lately.

Erasure without closure, my last gift of long lasting pain for you. Only this time, without the pleasure.

You were oh so sweet, so careful and so nice because Beauty seemed oh so pretty, so kind and so fragile. Whatever it is that you got in those sweaty little palms, all of it will turn into rust.

It was oh so good, so fun and so jovial because Beauty seemed oh so friendly, so smart and so funny. Whatever it is that you heard and found to be very clever, all of it was a joke on you.

You became oh so devastated, so crushed and so betrayed because Beauty now seemed oh so aloof, so insensitive and so inconsiderate. Whatever it is that you felt, all of it will never be reciprocated.

Oh poor little heart, quickly devoured in one piece and transformed into a little piece of stinking shit. If only you weren't blinded by such deception, you would've seen that Beauty is oh so wicked, so evil and so ruthless.