true story:
i was driving home last nite from work and i was in a good mood, generally speaking. ive been obssessed with this memphis garage bands comp for a week straight so i was thoroughly enjoying that and cancer mom was being discharged from the hospital yesterday afternoon.
ANYWAY, by the time i get to the mailbox, ive been hit almost twice, i was called a cunt, the girl at the mailbox made it clear she couldnt stand me, and i found a dead bird on my steps...but it all went away when i opened my fun pack. i even went as far as posting a myspace bulletin ending in "I love you, Tom Scharpling."
edit: PS my mom found the scarface shirt chuckle worthy.