Everybody has a nemesis.
Mine is a small Chinese girl named Amy and she is particularly vile. She takes great satisfaction in ensuring my life is as complicated as possible and she's always got a comment to make about how I look, what I say and what I do.
She gets as good as she gives mind you, and I probably started it, but that's all besides the point. She's trouble through and through.
Her latest scheme to belittle me takes the form of Day 352's THREEHUNDREDANDSIXTEEFIVE challenge T-shirt which bears a "design" she forged herself. Having spent several days staring at the visual catastrophe I think I've now made some headway in deciphering what it's all about.
Essentially, it's an oversized photo of her own sunglasses-clad face, distorted by rows upon rows of yellow glyphs that I really can't comprehend. Similarly, below the "arrangement" is a legend written in Chinese, the meaning of which also conveniently alludes me, though I have a well-founded suspicion that it berates me to some degree. In fact, any Chinese speaking readers on my side willing to translate this mess would be greatly appreciated to help me gauge the level of vengeance I'll need to seek.
This T-shirt is not all about Amy however. Though her overbearing effigy has invaded the entire front canvas, she's allowed a little room to accommodate an image of my face that she's pilfered at incorrect resolution from the header of my THREEHUNDREDANDSIXTEEFIVE T-shirt challenge blog. She's positioned the graphic in the lower corner, ensuring that it appears as though I'm gazing up at her in an idolising fashion.
And to cap it all off - the dirtiest icing on the bitterest cake - the caption "Merry Christmas" has snuck in to the top corner. Merry bloody Christmas indeed! How exactly am I expected to have a Merry Christmas knowing that... this... has been in my house?
Merry Christmas Amy, and thanks for the T-shirt, you jerk.
