Hey Mom. i know you read my posts to check up an me, to make sure I haven’t slipped into a heroin-induced coma behind some bathhouse somewhere, but this is the first time I’ve addressed you directly. You see, Xmas is coming. And you always ask me what I want, and I always shrug, and I always end up with a sweater that doesn’t fit. (an aside: when did you start buying them too… → Read More