I went to the UPS Store today, to see about getting a new mailbox, since the people who work at the Post Office where my PO Box is are unmitigated jerkfaces. I’m in there on a weekly basis and they still give me the hairy eyeball whenever I pick up a package, and often card me. Like what do you think, this poster tube from Australia is full of heroin? That grade-A New South Wales tar? NO. IT’S A GODDAMN POSTER. GET OVER YOURSELVES, YOU WORK FOR THE POST OFFICE, NOT THE NSA.
Also they have “lost” at least one package that I’m pretty sure they stole.
But, here’s the problem: UPS charges over $300 a year for a mailbox. The post office charges just over $100. And I love you guys $100 worth, but not $300 worth.
So I’m stuck with the post office.
And the other thing is that, like, I’m not sending out holiday cards this year, because I am exhausted and still relearning how to eat solid food. So my gift to you is that I do not expect any of you to send me a card. Seriously. Don’t feel you have to. I offer this as a gift.
But if you want to send me greetings of any kind, I’m going to re-add my address to my tumblr page sidebar, and it is:
Copperbadge
PO Box 15151
Chicago, IL 60615I’d insure anything you send me worth more than five bucks, though. Sticky-fingered counter attendants, seriously.
/o Didn’t mean for you to get given such a hard time for a poster.
I mean, sure, it smells like smoke, but it comes by it honestly. All Australian eucalyptus burnt in my fireplace, not from toking up.
knitting in the dark 