The Black Dahlia Murder Shirt

It was noon in my neck of the woods as I was waking up. My head was pounding, my vision was blurry, and I couldn't give a fuck about anything. I just wanted to sleep.

But, my father decided to burst into my room with a package in his hands, and my heart fluttered slightly.

Surely, it couldn't be...

It was. It was, in fact, the first of my shirts to arrive. And they only shipped it three days ago.

I jumped out of my bed and squealed like a little fangirl. Tearing it from his hands, I attempted (and failed) to open it. So he took it back, ripped the thing open, and handed me the beauty and the lovely little catalogue that came with it.

Cute, eh?

The thing is: I ordered a medium. I should have gotten a small.

Shitballs. Oh well.