Except for the baggy pants. Real loose and low.
It was cause of the weight loss affair. Time for a celebration, is not it? Yeah, I'm thrill of light of the few-pounds. Big time.
Partaaay!!
One worn-out brassiere. Gosh. Keep it going for...like 3 years now?...or more? Another next 3 years? God and Heaven forbid.
Plus. Don't forget the pun-tee. Rubber losing. Oh no.
I wish somehow my lazy bone get picked out. At this point, somehow, someone should have dragged me to the mall, browse through and try out my new favorite undergarments in the fitting room. How could this is not happening?
What is happening right now: brassiere get hang outside, soaking up the sun at every two days..
What a vile scene. Sinful. Violating Slave Law.
Put on everything in one day. Today.
How could I had let it slipped?
Dan?
My bumbershoot also got used for today. Drizzly day.
Stained sneakers.