I've worked every single day since last Monday (excluding Christmas) - not just at Barton Creek, but at Highland Mall as well. I'm fuckin' worn out. I'm so sick of J. Crew - the clothes, the visuals, the clientelle, the "I bought my girlfriend this jacket at full price but now it's 40% off, can't I just return it and buy it again with the discount?"

Going home couldn't have come at a better time. I'm flying back to Nashville tomorrow afternoon and will be there for a week. So if you're there, I better see you motherfuckers.

Can't wait, can't wait!

Dear lady who would not spend $3.24 on a really cute tank top,

40 percent off of $4.99 does not equal a dollar. And since when have you not paid a sales tax while living in Texas? Please learn some fucking 3rd grade math. I don't know how you made it this far in life without learning simple arithmetic.

Sincerely,
Tammy

Wow. I did not expect to get 7 cookies by Christmas. You guys continually surprise me. Guess I'm gonna have to start finding good stories to write about for the new year. In the spirit of this holiday, I leave you all with quite possibly, the BEST Christmas message of all time from my dear friend, Stephanie (hope you don't kill me!).

And yes, I think your tongue ring is very sexy.

Hope you all had a great Christmas (and didn't spend half of it being hungover from playing Kings with wine the night before)!

Love,
Me

If I can get 7 cookies from 7 different people by New Years, I'll start writing here on a regular basis again.

Ready?... GO.