I refuse to go out of the apartment in my slounging clothes. I refused to even go to the corner store in a hoodie for a long time, but SF is slowly wearing me down.
Fight it juliana, fight it!
Mal ,'War Stories'
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I refuse to go out of the apartment in my slounging clothes. I refused to even go to the corner store in a hoodie for a long time, but SF is slowly wearing me down.
Fight it juliana, fight it!
Those darn French!
Heh. I laughed really hard when my mémère was insisting that she's not French; she's American. I mean, of course, she's American, but I still call her Mémère!!
How is it too warm for a coat where Jesse is, and I'm wondering if I should run down and start my car in a while so it's toasty when I have to get in it?
It was like 65 here yesterday.
Basically, I just want to get my bra off when I get home, anything else is a bonus.
Yeah! And I wear stuff all the time that hasn't been washed.
I was just thinking how I never want to put back on the clothes I was wearing if I shower in the middle of the day, but I will pull clothes out of the laundry and wear them if they're what I want. I have hitherto unacknowledged inconsistencies.
It was warm yesterday, but last night and today have been (to me) freezing.
I generally sleep in my underwear, so any night clothes go in the dirty laundry the next morning. If I'm sharing a hotel room with someone I'm not having sex with, I'll usually wear sweats or pajama bottoms and just put them back in my luggage when I get dressed.
Fight it juliana, fight it!
But my mom got me a really awesome one for Christmas! With red skull-and-crossbones! This one, actually.
I will pull clothes out of the laundry and wear them if they're what I want.
I'll do that on a trip, but if I'm at home, I really have too many clothes to justify it.
I'll wear a robe and slippers to drive my husband to the train station pretty often. It makes me feel like Sheen Easton, or a terrible cliche, I'm not sure which. But the beauty of that is no one sees me, I'm in the car the whole time. I'll go out to get the paper in my robe in the morning, but otherwise I try to be fully dressed for my neighbors.