This entire collection kind of reminds me of a little girl playing dress up with her mother's clothes, only because everything is so over-sized. I like it, though. Except for the giant-man's-shirt-as-a-dress look. That looks a bit scandalous to me, like she's doing the walk of shame straight to work.

These remind me of that community college teacher who spent her summer in some exotic locale, doing research. She always came back wearing outfits of her newly adopted country, and working the place into every other sentence of her conversation. "Well, as they say in Senegal..."

One of the few times my husband went shopping with me, he asked me, "What's dickney?" After a few "What?"'s from me, he says impatiently, "See the shirt? Dickney! What a stupid name." I finally look up, totally exasperated, about to explain that Neiman Marcus does NOT sell Dickie's, only to see my husband holding up a…

I just want to say that when I was in the midst of a horrible depression that I tried to treat with exercise, there was no mistaking my ugly, red, swollen faced sobbing for sweat.

I work out a lot and genuinely do enjoy it, and there is *nothing* like setting goals and working hard and meeting goals...but I'd be lying if I said it wasn't at least 50% about looking good naked. Post-breakup or not.

More rom-coms should include a cry-sweat montage.

No, this is EXACTLY what I've been saying. The songs lyrics are just tired old cliches. The type that make me cringe with embarrassment.

So you know those positive sayings/cliches/quotes that people always post on facebook and other social media sites... Does anyone else feel like this song could have been written just by scrolling through a facebook news feed? It's like a bunch of them put together. Just me?

That sucked. Reminded me that I've burned through all the OISTNB and there isn't anything entertaining around.

Nelson Pandela
Pandy Pandinkin
Pandy Warhol
Apanda Huggenkiss

It's a pencil box! But it has all these little buttons that make things pop out - secret compartments, pencil sharpeners, erasers, etc.

I STILL collect Badtz-Maru school supplies because he's the shit.

"Thanks, Nick."

I could NOT have finally graduated University without that pen. IndisPENsible.

Oh my gosh, I TOTALLY had one of those and had forgotten entirely of their existence! Thank you for re-opening a tiny door to the past.

I didn't get to go "Back to School" shopping until 8th grade because I was homeschooled grades 1-7. Not only that, but my super common name is spelled kind of weird so I never got any personalized pencils. MY CHILDHOOD WAS THE WORST!!!

Aw shit, I didn't check thoroughly enough before I posted my comment and I also posted about these pens! I loved the super-fat 10-color pens.

Oh my god I need to get high on a Mr. Sketch marker right the eff now!!1

The year was 1991. I was looking forward to nine months full of school pictures with lasers in the background, stretch pants with seams down the front, and overly elaborate ponytails. My mother always bought the plainest supplies: the yellow pencils only. The dull folders sold in bulk. Looking back, we just didn't…

I'm sorry, I can't read this through the fog of rage that starts emanating out of my entire body when I get to the The Epistemic Hypothesis. Because I live in a fucking filth hole, damp with dog pee and stacked to the corners with Trader Joe's packaging because my S.A.H.D husband apparently lives in an alternative…