I was birthed in a place where the only business that has survived one long dimly lit hallway we call a “mall” is a hallmark.
Glitter, dust, and snow globes. It’s what sells. But I’m fucking sick of some of these cards. They’re crude. They’re tired. They’re ugly. And frankly, they’re boring. Furthermore, they don’t say what I want to say. I just want to say what I want to say. Don’t you?
Hey, looks like you came at the right time…..