I'm Officially Crazy

I may have expressed a measure of poor judgement when I shared yesterday that I had a sex toy delivered to work. To that point, I offer exhibit (B) in my defense:

So there it is: I'm "mentally disabled." But my dog can now fly for free! Bitches.

Why You Shouldn't Have Personal Packages Shipped to Work

I received the following email from the mail services department where I work after I had a package with "illicit material" shipped to me at the office. In my defense, the apartment complex I live in has a door code that thwarts FedEx and UPS deliveries more than burglars and rapists. I didn't feel like running an errand (totally defeats the purpose of delivery), so I had my new toy sent to work.

I'm an idiot.