March 26th, 2013


Dear Susan G. Komen for the Cure….

I do not sign up for mailing lists with my address. Ever. So why the hell am I getting a pink-stained money-begging email from you to that address?

As if I don't have enough issues with your foundation already, you have to spam my ass?

F--- you very much,

Sheila the Wonderbink
who, by the way, has not been Cyanide Fish for some time.

(Am I the only person this has happened for? What the hell is this?)

Today I took pleasure in a cinnamon roll with melted butter.

Today I learned what my younger brother's been up to lately.