Apologies to all the new fans--haven't posted in a while. Don't worry, I have another good one in the works...I feel like the last post was a little like childbirth. Something so traumatic, exhausting, miraculous, and life-altering that you just have to sit back and appreciate the miracle, while also recuperating, before you try to replicate it.
Meantime between time, I just found a white women's undershirt in my room. A dilemma. Why? What happens if I ask the person who I think it is, and it's not hers? Currently, I suspect an unnamed freak in my apt complex that enjoys slipping her (clean?) clothes into the drier before I remove mine. Past items have mostly been of the sports bra/granny panty variety. I suppose she find this a more amusing way to get rid of her old undies than donating to the Salvation Army. If she was trying to be suggestive, wouldn't it be sexier with a note/phone or apt # attached?
On the other hand, this mystery item could have been legitimately left behind. Why do girls frequently leave without all their clothes on? I guess it's just too much shit to keep track of. Me, I like to try to leave all of mine in a nice, neat pile, which works equally well in terms of not forgetting it on the way out and making a quick getaway.
Anyway, if you are missing a size "P" (wtf?) white undershirt made in Sri Lanka (double wtf), kindly hallelujah holla back.
2 comments:
unfortunately i am not the girl who is leaving granny panties in your dryer, but I do appreciate her and her ways.
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