So... sometimes I forget that my 'go home and relax after work' time, encroaches on other, normal people's 'get up and get shit done' time. So, there I am. Minding my own business, staring at a scary ass caterpillar on the wall outside my apartment. Wearing this shirt...
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| Hi... I wear politically incorrect shirts to bed. |
...and no pants. Oh, and socks. Leopard print socks. When I hear movement across the way.
Awesome.
Now I'm going to be that girl that doesn't wear pants when she goes outside at 5 am. So, I slowly turn to meet yet another person who will judge me for my hatred of pants, when I see something that warmed my heart. I'll be goddamned if this chick was not also pants less!
So either I am not quite as dysfunctional as I once thought or this complex houses an inordinate amount of mentally unstable people...
Either way, I'm not worrying about pants anymore.
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