i’ve proclaimed today the day where we never get out of pajama-type clothes. no bras for me. i’ve also proclaimed today is the day we don’t leave the apartment because we need to get a boatload of writing done or we’ll just feel bad about ourself.
we will stop referring to ourselves as we about now.
i just realized there are only two more weeks left of my writing class. where in the hell does the time go? i’m gonna be sad to see it end, despite the frustrations. i’m thinking i might take another glass with dale, since the chemistry of this class was so not good.
i’m having e-mail problems and it’s driving me absolutely nuts.
plus i’ve already started talking to myself out loud.
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*perk*
Braless?
Mmm…jiggly.
yeah, also showerless.
mmm . . . stinky.
That’s the beauty of imagination. No one ever stinks, and all boobies are jiggly.
you are imaginging my jigglies? is that legal? don’t you need a signed permission slip from the imaginee?
Actually, I was imagining far more lurid things, so imagining jigglies-no-stinkies is not only legal, it’s mandatory…
I was just excited about the “never get out of pajama-type clothes” part.
I am D.H.Venkatesh studying in SIT Tumkur