So, I’m a little obsessed. I get obsessed about things. You know this. I know this. Lets just be cool about it.

I ordered some pretty bomb-ass shit from amazon.com last week. I can’t talk about what I ordered because I’m sure I’ll be made fun of until the end of time but I’m so excited I can barely contain myself.

But let’s get back to the point of obsession. I’ve been checking our stoop/foyer obsessively for the past 6 days. Every day. And it hasn’t arrived yet. I’m slowly descending into a spiral of panic. WHERE IS MY PACKAGE? HAS IT BEEN LOST IN THE BLACK HOLE OF THE UNITED STATES POSTAL SERVICE?!? DID MY NEIGHBORS STEAL IT???

So basically you can see my obsession with packages. I can’t quite explain how much more meaningful my life becomes when I’m awaiting the arrival of a package. If you love me you’ll send me a package. Especially when I’m not expecting one - are you kidding me? I will be beside myself. Love.