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So I realized it was late and I needed to get the mail. I have two packages or else fuck it. I want the packages. I got up and wondered if anyone would notice I'm wearing the same clothes as yesterday. I put them on last night before getting the mail, 1/
So I realized it was late and I needed to get the mail. I have two packages or else fuck it. I want the packages. I got up and wondered if anyone would notice I'm wearing the same clothes as yesterday. I put them on last night before getting the mail, 1/
took them off for bed, and decided the hour they were worn were fine for today. But, no bra. I decided that I'd change the tee. I picked a shirt with a think printing on the front to basically hide not having a bra because I just couldn't. I leave the house in my flip flops, 2/
sweat pants, and tee and headed out for the third of a mile trek to the mailboxes. I get about four houses down and I see cloud to cloud lightning. Great, I'm going to be struck by lightning and they're going to fine me braless, wearing sweat pants I wore yesterday, with 3/
the dinner dishes not washed and art supplies out everywhere. I contemplated on going back to the house, but I heard no thunder and I really want my packages. Plus, everyone has security cameras and someone will ask me why I got so far as Zombie Mike's house and then went 4/
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