Friday, 23 March 2012

Out of the closet

My clothes are the biggest assholes, ever. Why do they hide on me? Every morning I spend a discombobulated 15 minutes scrounging around in my closet looking for my brown pants or my pinstriped skirt.

All of my clothes fucking hide!

So then, when I finally settle on a compromise, I later enter my room to discover all of the offending articles chillin' on the hangers like they were there all the damn time.

No wonder I look like I got dressed in the dark, daily.

~coulda been sleeping

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