By now I’m sure most of you know about the Birchbox beauty subscription service, but just in case you’re unfamiliar, it’s basically a site where you sign up monthly¬†for $10 to get 5 or 6 samples mailed to your house. Now in theory, it sounds like a pretty lovely idea. A while back there was a similar site I always shopped off of that had daily sales and specials on all sorts of products, but sadly they’re no longer. So initially, Birchbox seemed like the perfect thing to cater to my love of both beauty items and snail mail. The first couple of times weren’t so bad – anytime you come home to a little pink box in the mail you’re always kinda giddy, even if there’s absolutely nothing inside. But after 4 or 5 months of receiving nothing but tiny ass lip gloss, ugly nail polish colors, perfume samples smaller than in magazines, and facial washes that smell like farts, I’m annoyed to say I’m canceling my subscription. This month these motherfuckers had the nerve to send me TEA! I have a whole damn cupboard full of Twining’s guys. If I wanted samples like that I’d go to Whole Foods. So there it is – I’m intrigued to see how many other chicks will agree with me on this one, because I know they send the same things to everyone and I can’t possibly be the only person who’s bummed out. The last cleanser they sent me literally smelled like the bottom of a volcano. Not good…

P.S. For the record, I never received those Cynthia Rowley band-aids either!