While at most times shopping on your embarrassingly buggy website that is full of script errors and other frustrating atrocities that make me want to rip my weave out, if you had not fucked up my order for the tasteful embroidery of my initials that I selected for this hoodie and gave me this tacky ass bullshit instead, I wouldn’t know what it feels look like to look like a Mob Don on his day off. Lemme tell you - its boss as fuck. I was really pissed at first when I received it and saw your [then perceived as] heinous mistake but it started to grow on me within minutes and now it is by far one of my favorite articles of clothing ever. So thanks for that :)
Also, thank you for canceling one of my orders because an item I ordered allegedly went out of stock because what a surprise and delight (half sarcasm) it was when I got an unexpected package from you guys. And then followed the dismay I expected to feel when I immediately logged into my online banking and saw that you overdrew one of my account that I use for PayPal transactions. The account that I moved money out of when you cancelled my order, but was overdrawn and had a 35.00 overdraft fee posted in it as well. BUT thank you for not demanding that I send back the merchandise after I filed a dispute with my bank that eventually ended in my favor and I got my money back. Although I wasn’t really expecting you to want that back anyway because it was embroidered (and correctly, good job guys!).
And lastly, thank you for the absolutely free pair of slim/skinny black velour pants I ordered for when I need to run out to CVS or to the liquor store for a lottery ticket and a Snickers Ice Cream Bar or some other quick errand. They will be perfect next winter because they slip right into my uggs and don’t drag on the ground and get wet when it rains or snows and they look like sweatpants for people Who Give A Shit, if that’s even possible. Also, my ass looks great in them. How did I get them for free? I have no fucking clue. I ordered them with an embroidery, you cancelled the order because you couldn’t embroider them for some reason, and then you just send me the pants without the embroidery (may I take this opportunity to suggest that you maybe ask customers if they still want their item now that their order has changed instead of just charging them and shipping it without what you removed)?! I wasn’t charged for them so I called you guys twice and both reps I spoke with had no fucking clue what I was talking about after I gave them the order number, my PayPal email, shipping and billing addresses, etc, everything. They couldn’t find it. C’est la vie!
So yeah, your website is terrible and your customer service kind of blows but now I have almost 200.00 worth of velour shit (before the steep promos/discounts I ordered them with - I wouldn’t be caught dead spending more than 40.00 on anything Juicy because this isn’t 2002) fo FREE and a dope as fuck hoodie that makes me look like I own a “”“”“”“construction company”“”“”“” in Paterson, NJ. So thanks you guys!!!!!!!!! :DDDDDDDD
i want to buy this pre-owned Louis Vuitton monogram cigarette holder on eBay because its the most obnoxious and disgusting thing I could ever imagine owning on SO many levels, but unfortunately $200.00 is $199.50 more than i’m willing to pay for some sweet sweet irony
I stopped using my dinky entry-level Canon Powershot since it pretty much got replaced by my current iPhone 5 in 2012 (well the first one I got before my 939857353957035 AppleCare replacements after that) and of course I lost it between moving and then moving again 8 months later. I found it a couple weeks ago (turns out I never even moved it/it stayed at my parents house) and I just finally used it to take pics of something that my Dad asked me to list for him on eBay and well…
Teehee. Oh 2009 Hillary.
I honestly don’t trust anyone or even anything anymore and it really fucking sucks. I’m at the point where I laugh hysterically on the inside when I hear someone refer to their “best friend”, I go into a doctor’s office expecting to not be taken seriously and not get the help I need, my body has betraying me physically and mentally for two years so like… damn. Like shit, I’m so hopeless that I expect DVR recordings I’ve set up to not be there when I’m ready to watch them. Tons of friends I’ve made in the last few years had an ulterior motive that I eventually figured out and/or they just showed their true suck colors. I’m so sick of being diappointed. I understand loners a lot more now, but I sure as hell don’t want to be one. I mean, I have friends but I don’t expect them to stick around or I expect an ugly falling out so I keep most of them at arms legnth, and not on purpose, its just an instinctive defense mechanism I’ve formed. I hope I get over this.
I had some friends who seem to believe that I am in control of the weird shit (especially excessive shopping, simply because I can since I don’t pay rent anymore. Like why are you hatin’, I’d rather be mentally healthy and watching my money and paying absurd NYC rent). Or that being in a near vegetative-state when I’m depressed is within my control and that I’m using bipolar as an excuse because I have no work ethic. Yep, that’s right, I’m CHOOSING to be in bed for days without showering and feeling the lowest of lows instead of going to work. Totally makes sense! Of course I want to be glued to my bed all smelly while sobbing uncontrollably out of nowhere and not eating and having suicide ideations instead of being at work and interacting with my coworkers and MAKING MONEY. Its a charmed life, u guise! Bullshit, I’m not fucking salaried and I’d literally die without healh insurance. That is not an ideal fucking CHOICE. They also made fun of me and/or demanded explanations for for some stuff I “let” happen to me when I was manic, which is not only intrusive and rude as fuck, but also triggering for me because I don’t like to remember what I can about my manic episodes. By the way, they answered their own questions - I did stupid manic shit BECAUSE I WAS MANIC. That’s the answer. There’s nothing more to be said about it. Mania makes you do stupid shit. Hell, it can even make you an entirely different person. Why is it hard to accept that bipolar it is what it is (a really inconvenient mystery illness)?
There ARE a couple of people who have stuck with me and put up with my past dramatic self and current rapid-cycling bipolar crazy self and they never judge me or disregard my disorder and they try to understand and help as much as they can. I just wanted to acknowledge them in case they’re reading this and thinking “WTF????????” No - I love you guys! :)
I’m very open about my life and the shit I’ve done or gone through thanks to my bipolar though so when I tell a friend about something, they assume its a secret and then if I find about them talking shit about me, based on what I told them, they get the instaboot even though I don’t give a flying fuck about who knows about how my longest manic episode drove me into impending bankrupcy and promiscuity that got so out of hand, that I had out-slutted every girl friend I’ve ever had and even a lot of guy friends too, in less than a year. My honesty is like bait for shitty friends. Honesty really is the best policy — it’lll help you in more ways than you can imagine. And that’s why I’m posting this.
i was falling asleep to 30 Rock on Netflix when i finally randomly snatched the ipad i bedazzled two weeks ago out of its dock on my nightstand after days of looking at it and looking away right after because i was so grossed out and pulled all those bedazzles off. oh my god it was driving me nuts. like what in the living hell was i thinking? even if i was manic at the time of said bedazzling, what the fuck??
but whatever, i’m over it and i just thank GOD that i used hot glue instead of crazy glue because i was just about to use the latter. i craft a lot when i’m manic so i guess i’m gonna have to ask my parents to hide the crazy glue when they see me come home with a shopping bag from Michael’s. that ipad may be a slow old-ass, out-of-warranty, with clusters of darker pixels piece of shit that i only use as an alarm clock (download Alarm Clock HD, its the best alarm clock I’ve ever had in my entire life!!!) but its still a fuckin ipad. i’m happy i was just lucid enough to leave my newer stuff alone though, like in general because i obviously had a sense of “crap i can do shit to vs. stuff that has value and can not fuck with.” WHEW :D what a relief. and now i feel even better, thinking about some of the shit i did when i was undiagnosed/untreated and i won’t get into detail but i’ll just say that if i bedazzled my entire old apartment, with crazy glue, that would have still been far better than a lot of the shit i remember doing back then. so even when i’m not feeling well, i can at least remind myself i’m doing a lot better.
omfg my head is going to explode waiting for Orange Is The New Black
that’s all i gotta say. for now.