(Are you wearing a tank top, panties and glasses? Is you hair in a makeshift bun?)
My hair isn't long enough for a bun, but the rest is SO TRUE! OMG, does that mean I am in Kansas?
'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
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(Are you wearing a tank top, panties and glasses? Is you hair in a makeshift bun?)
My hair isn't long enough for a bun, but the rest is SO TRUE! OMG, does that mean I am in Kansas?
I could never marry me. I and I would never get along.
Oh man, wrod.
OMG, does that mean I am in Kansas?That, or it is Sunday...
My hair isn't long enough for a bun, but the rest is SO TRUE! OMG, does that mean I am in Kansas?
Missouri, dearheart.
(Are you wearing a tank top, panties and glasses? Is you hair in a makeshift bun?)
Minus the glasses this is my usual morning, in front of the computer, outfit. Add pilates pants and maybe a sweatshirt in the winter. Off to do laundry now, so I am actually dressed.
Oh, OK, Missouri.
Or maybe it means you're in DC! Oooooh.
Gotta get offline and put real clothes on...cause I'm goign to go see "Step Up"!! It may be awful, but that's why I'm seeing it as a matinee...
Okay, makeshift bun aside, I think you are who I was earlier on this morning. Also, glasses. But still! Blue Mountain coffee, tank top, boy shorts--EXACT SAME PERSON.
I and I would never get along.
As a Jamaican, it took me a while to parse this.
If being you means I get Blue Mt. coffee instead of Folger's, I'm all over that!
I'd be a puzzlement to your family on Jamaica visits, though. They'd be all "Why is ita suddenly really pale? And not muscled? And why is she blowing us off and smoking pot on the beach like a tourist?"
ita-Erin would be happy as hell, though.
I and I would never get along.Often I would drive me bugfuck but it's one of those lazy Sundays where I think I would like to hang out with myself. Also I could scam me into going and getting bacon and then making pancakes for us.
I AM married to myself.
But you know, I'd like the household goods to prove it. I figure when I hit 40 and I"m not married, I'm registering at Target and throwing a "I gave all my married friends and co-workers a blender -- now it's my turn" Married to Myself party. I'll buy a pretty dress, and have the first dance with myself, and have a bouquet and naughty lingerie and a honeymoon in Mexico. People will buy me towels and a baker's rack and stemware.