Snail Mail Derailment

OH SHIT

IT'S CHRISTMAS


OH SHIT

I GOT MAIL

One uncharacteristically delayed pre-arranged pickup from the mailman later, I acquired myself a physical Christmas present after what was probably my weirdest Christmas ever (I spent most of the day at work surfing the net, because classes are over but I'm required to be there anyway).

I was a bit worried at first because I couldn't read that slip of paper above the "Size 2" and wondered if Customs had raided it, what with the minor denting the box had been dealt.


This is the merch. The chocolate is officially my fourth block in the house now because my boyfriend has sent it my way as well. This is by no means a complaint because white chocolate with vaguely-lemonadish pop rocks is the shit. (also more New Zealand stickers because I go through those at work like nobody's business)


These are the bookmarks I commissioned as Christmas presents for the English teachers at my school, and they are bloody excellent. (Bonus points if you can name all four). The notebook was a gorgeous fucking surprise and I love it. I'm gonna draw sooooo many bugs in it


And a letter! Very swanky, the stationery's got an inkwell and shit embossed on it. The contents also reassured me that I hadn't been deprived of a surprise Christmas present of objectionable media or DRUGS - unless someone at Customs rewrote me a letter detailing a parcel full of MORALLY UPSTANDING GOODS?

Probably not.

In conclusion: Plaid you da bes