Hummm, do I have to start worrying about the card you sent in the box?
LOL. No. Wait. Maybe. LMAO!
I lived on the "arts" floor (actually there were 3 floors of a high rise dedicated for wackos like myself) for 2 years in college. Each floor was divided into a guy's side & a girl's side. Unfortunately, my roommate & I "lived" next to the RA. Fortunately, the RA on the floor (male) below was "sweet" on us. Come to think of it, he kinda looked like Ben Stiller...kinda apish.
On these floors, you had music majors, theater majors, lighting & stage designers, painters, sculptors, designers, photographers, art ed majors & art history majors. It was pretty wild. Music majors had a room a practice room. A male friend of mine played the french horn & had the biggest lips you have ever seen. He was tall & skinny and had heavy metal hair. Another friend played the piano, harpsichord (never heard one until college) & harp. She was from Minnesota & was so naive in the big city of Boston. One night she stood outside a liquor store asking people to buy booze for her!?! Theater majors were an animal onto themselves...practicing weird noises & accents. The lighting & stage dudes were complete nerds. They were the ones you went to when you needed duct tape or a glue gun to hang up all the black paper & cure posters on your wall. I was once wrapped up in dental floss. Long story. Painters always smelled of turp & oils. Sculptors always had nicks & gashes all over their body & had a collection of aluminum cans in their room piled high to create shims for casting. Designers & photographers were hardly ever around...they were in the computer lab or photo lab. (No one had internet access in their rooms & Macs were like $4,000 for a LCII or LCIII or Quadra.) Photographers were always asking you to "model" for them. *Ahem* Art ed majors were sweet. They just read & tried to come up with creative exercises with macaroni & pipe cleaners. And last, but not least, the art history majors...who always had an opinion for all the budding artists. "Angst" was the buzz word.
LMAO. Should you worry about the card in your box? Maybe not from a sexual standpoint, but from a sanity point, yes. ;)