hey, i got a package in the mail today -- and it went through customs! that is so hot!
it's a little-bittle cross-stitch kit of a portrait of my man henry the eighth! i LOVE it! i think i'm going to do it, and then do a little back in blackwork and make a little pillow and affix a ribbon and make it a christmas ornament. no no no NO NO!!!! i just got a better idea!!! but i can't tell you yet.
the gift even came with a note.
"amber, you ignorant slut," it begins. "i hate you and i hate your stupid opinions. who do you think you are? you with your sims and your iced tea. you with your mango mochi and your totemization of bugs, tudor england, pilates, zombies, the eighties, and dogs. you with your all-you-can-eat-sushi and your korean barbecue buffets. i spit on it all! and i scoff at your goofy knitting, tarot decks, short stories, and baking abilities. your hair is getting too long, and when you don't brush it for days, you look like marc bolan. and when you don't brush it for even MORE days, you look like einstein."
oh wait. no, it doesn't say that.
thanks, friend! kiss the ravens for me. and i'll keep you posted about henry here.