Here I am, sitting alone in my living room. I got tired of wearing my underwear inside-out so I took it off. It’s lying on the floor in front of the couch, on top of the jeans that I also took off. They were uncomfortable. So I’m in my t-shirt, that doesn’t quite cover anything past my waist, and sitting in front of the computer, writing this out with the intentions of posting it in a very public forum because that’s just the weird kind of mood that I’m in right now.
I need to do laundry. The elevator was broken in my building today, but that’s not really the reason why I didn’t do laundry. I was out with my Little Sister to watch Click and browse Barnes and Noble for summer reading. That’s a somewhat nobler thing than laundry, isn’t it?
I need to go food shopping. I ate peanut butter on a spoon for lunch. I didn’t even like it. But it had calories, and without calories I thought I might die, so peanut butter it was. Now I’m going out for margaritas, because what could possibly go better with peanut butter than margaritas?
But I will put pants on before I leave the house. This I swear. The underwear… well, wouldn’t you like to know?