Within the last month, I’ve officially entered the homestretch onwards towards 30. Three years to go. So what, of course still makes me so excited I nearly pee myself? Why finding out that one of my favourite blogs/webcomics/cesspools of hilarity (The Oatmeal) sells stickers. STICKERS. This, my friends, is time-travel. I am back in 1990. Seven years old and thuper-duper exthited to get my thtickerth.
ADDENDUM AS OF NOVEMBER 2:
The Stickers hath arrived. They are glorious. My clipboard (the aged replacement for a sticker book in these days of post-pubescence) is now graced by the presence of a pink shiny sticker of a unicorn farting glitter. Nice.