My sisters a gardener, so I'm inclined to buy this for her... on the other hand, she's got some big boobies. Do you think the print would look funny over the boobs?

Also, she won't see it till christmas, so do you think threadless will take a return after 30 days?

I miss you guys and I wanted to say hello.

I haven't been able to say anything in a while because we moved our desks around at work, so I can't discreetly blog around anymore.

Just so this isn't about absolutely nothing, answer this question if you can - when's the best time to quit your job? Or in your situations, what are the things that have made you decide to quit.

P.S. Also, I would like to express my dismay that hi russel how's your ma sold out. I'm thinking of buying a larger size to make a purse, but I think I lack the follow through to do it.

Update: My flight is at 8:20 in the morning! I'm trying to stay awake all night so I can sleep on the plane and avoid jetlag. Wish me lots of fun!

(Also, don't ask for postcards anymore. I already addressed stickers for the names below and put them in my bag, and i'm not doing anymore tonight.)

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On August 7th, I’ll be leaving for a 2-week vacation, sort of a mini-euro trip. Anyone care for a postcard? I’ll do my best to send one to those who ask, assuming I get a reasonable amount of requests… (aka, not a billion). You can even pick the place if you want:

London: alyyx, lemon nuggets
Amsterdam: ekaj47, Michelle01
Paris: lemon nuggets
Lyon:
Milan:
Rome: Easy Jack
Florence:
Venice:

Anywhere except London: tracerbullet
Somewhere in Italy: littlem, squeegebeckenheim
Anywhere at all: ir0cko

Email your address to temporary.truex@gmail.com, and mention it in this blog too so I can keep it updated.

P.S. Someone gave me some points last weekend! Thank you very much, I think I’ll use them to buy Happy when it Rains.

I was taking my new Kabuki product pic when I heard a girl shout, “Hey, I was going to buy that shirt! It was sold out!!” She then challenged me to a match of fisty-cuffs in attempt to steal my shirt. We punched, nail-scratched, and wrestled around… she tried to pull my hair, but I managed to push her into the water and make my escape.

Actually, we didn’t really fight... it was just sort of an awkward exchange of words. My friend who was taking the photo was wearing Nerd Bird, and she commented on that too. That’s the whole story I guess.

Oh yes, and I stuck my finger in the water to try and attract fish and one of them jumped up and frightened me. Don’t mess with koi.

P.S. Sorry about that double post.

...a true story that happened to my boyfriend once, before I met him. He went biking in the mountains with 6 guys (himself included). One of the guys busted a wheel and had to turn back. Eventually 2 more guys turned back at the start of a new (and rickety looking) trail. There were just the three guys now, and they were moving fairly slowly because one of them (my boyfriend's brother) had popped the front tire and couldn't ride it. They started to feel hopelessly lost, and as it started to get dark, my boyfriend + brother started to joke about all the terrible things that might happen to them if they got stuck out in the woods in the dark. The third guy didn't think this was very funny at all, and used the opportunity to panic, aka jump on his bike and ride down a service trail (by that point they had found service roadcs that are used by firemen to get to brush fires, etc). My boyfriend could have followed the guy, but he didn't leave his brother behind.

So he +brother came across a shack. It was decked out with end-of-the-world preparations like (rusted and rotten) canned foods, no water (they had already been forced to drink some stream-water to prevent dehydration) and a dirty, leaf covered little cot with a rough blanket. He had his wrist-watch light, but it was dying, and beyond that it was pretty much pitch black at the point. They laid there all night, hoping that the owner of the shack or other dangerous creature did not find them there.

They left before dawn, starving and thirsy, deciding to just continue following the service road. Before long they came across a make-shift trailer park, with two trailers and a pile of tires. As they neared the tires, one of them noticed two-perky ears, followed by lots and lots of perky ears. It turns out there were about a dozen ferocious pit-bulls living in these tires. All the dogs got up as a pack and started to charge them, growling and wild. Apparently, unlike guard dogs, these dogs don't bark. Vicious dogs intent to kill just run towards you to attack.

Instead of choosing to run, they both decided to make the for nearest trailer. They jumped up onto the step ladder and went into the trailer. The dogs chewed and chomped at the bikes, but didn't do much damage overall. After the panic had subsided, the two of them looked around the trailer to see who might live there. It was a very dirty place, but it was mostly a 'fresh mess,' meaning that someone had obviously just eaten off of some dishes strewn about, and the food wasn't rotten. On the wall opposite the door was a shrine with candles and incense. The centerpiece idol was a photograph of a model, (just some woman clipped out from a magazine) but where her head should have been, someone had pasted a picture of the head of a ferocious dog. They then noticed that their were pictures on every wall, some with the same dog-headed theme, otheres with people's heads intact but with dots on their forehead. (similar placement to where an indian person might put a dot, except much creepier, like targets or bullet-holes.) On the far end of the trailer was another door, closed shut, from which came the sounds of a radio or tv. He and his brother wordlessly decided it would be a good idea to get out of there. They grabbed up a bunch of surrounding crap and bolted out the door, shouting loudly and hurling the stuff at the dogs. They grabbed the bikes and rode away (flat tire and all) and never even looked back to see if the non-barking dogs were chasing.

They rode for a solid five minutes or so, until the front tire was completely gone and he was just riding on the rim. They came across a house, but decided to keep going - the road had car tracks, which they found to be very promising. Two hours later, they came to a point where the service road met an rundown paved road, where the junction of the two roads was locked with a chain. A cop was fussing with the chain but turned around to notice them. He knew there names and how long they'd been gone, and had them wait as he called off a search and rescue helicopter that was about to set off looking for them. He took them home with the bikes in the trunk. My boyfrind had to use his belt to hold the trunk closed (cause the bikes wouldn't fit,) but then noticed later that there were two bungie cords in the cop car which would have worked wonderfully, if only the cop had thought to use them. That last part isn't as exciting, I know.

That's the story. Lots of people don't beleive him. I do. He was about 21 when it all happened.

Anyway, I wish this shirt said "shack" instead of "barn." I suppose I might buy it for him anyway.

I recently discovered this site - thought I'd share with the ladies of threadless.

http://www.eyeslipsface.com

So far I've tried lip stuff (which I love) and eye shadow (which is a little flimsy, but still a great deal).

Has anyone else seen al gore’s movie? I’m convinced that we could see the end of humanity within our lifetime. If you haven’t already, go see it. There’s a political undertone of course, but for the most part you’ll be shocked by the science/facts he presents.

http://www.climatecrisis.org

I told my co-workers about it and one of them started making fun of global warming. I said “Please don’t talk about it like that cause it’s an important issue to me,” to which he replied that he has the right to make fun of whomever and whatever he likes. I guess that’s why they tell us not to talk politics at work.

I'm having lots of problems with things taking forever to load or (more commonly) loading just a blank white page, even after a refresh. Anyone else have this problem? I suppose it could be my computer.

Warning to those who enjoy citrus:

A few days ago I developed a small sore on my tongue. I ignored it assuming it would heal itself in time, but it’s only gotten worse since then, and is now impairing my ability to eat or even speak comfortably.

I told my boyfriend about this, who said the same thing happened to him in high school. He waited until there were red/white sores covering all of his tongue, then went to a doctor who prescribed penicillin, which did nothing. When the sores got worse, he went to a second doctor who said that this all began because he was eating too much citrus. The citrus foods killed the natural bacteria that live on the tongue, and in order to grow them back you have to consume dairy products to encourage the bacteria growth.

Now, since tangerine season began a few weeks ago, I’ve been eating on average 4-6 of them a day as snacks, so I assume that’s where my tongue sore came from. Today I’m devoting most of my energy to drinking milk and eating yogurt, and hopefully I’ll have a happy family of bacteria living on my tongue soon.

I just hope there isn’t a similar condition that results from consuming too much dairy. I’ll let you know if there is.

Poor bunny. He thinks that cookie is a hat.