Deadweight, male continence, perpetual dress envy...

I received a package of awesomeness today, a.k.a. the cards I ordered from Deadweight. I'm sure you've seen Sandi's shop by now, full of its screen-printed radness. And Sandi's in a band. I wish I were legit enough to be in a band, but the only instruments I'm adept at playing are the flute and piccolo. Actually, I'd rather just dye my hair a cool color, as I'm envious of this contingent of teenage girls at my school with candy-colored locks. They're like pseudo-goth and glare at me when I pass them on the sidewalk every morning. If only they knew how badly I wanted to be one of them! A.k.a. wish I had a phase like that in my childhood...

Digression aside, Sandi's skilled with the screen printer and I plan on hoarding more of her stuff, hopefully including these cards.

And guess what, guysss?! 13 more days of work and I'm FREEATLAST for two months! I'm trying to convince my sister of taking an overnight trip with me to the Oneida Community mansion--solely because she has a car/clean driving record (sorry, Mallory)--but I'm not sensing a shared enthusiasm from her end. I mean, I assumed that since she went to grad school for history she'd be as excited as I by the prospect of spending the night in possibly the same room where all that complex marriage, male continence stuff went down, buuuuuut...I guess not.

P.S. Can someone please make this dress for me?