THIS IS MY MOTHER.

[eclipsis]

My mother, people. momily. Yeah.

Erin says:
WHY do clothing manufacturers put bristly stiff tags on the BACK OF MY NECK!!!!!?
eclipsis says:
...........
eclipsis says:
um
Erin says:
*clawing at neck*
eclipsis says:
rip them out
eclipsis says:
omg
Erin says:
I do
Erin says:
I have a little graveyard of removed tags.
eclipsis says:
graveyard????
Erin says:
yes.
Erin says:
a little graveyard.
eclipsis says:
why don't you throw them away?
Erin says:
periodically a mighty wind comes along, and blows all the little corpses away.
eclipsis says:
omg, you are DEMENTED.
Erin says:
I like to look at the bodies gathering.
eclipsis says:
...........
Erin says:
DIE FUCKERS!!! DIE!!!
eclipsis says:
.................................
eclipsis says:
holy SHIT
Erin says:
yeah.
Erin says:
I hate tags on the back of my neck.
eclipsis says:
you're crazy.
Erin says:
no.
Erin says:
I very carefully remove them, with some very sharp little needlenose scissors and a seam ripper.
Erin says:
then just as carefully I place the remains in the little graveyard, and there they stay until I get tired of looking at them.
Erin says:
I used to think maybe one day I would sew them all together and make a quilt of shame
Erin says:
but then I decided that was waaaaaaaaaaaaay more work than it could possibly be worth.
eclipsis says:
this is going on LJ.