Yesterday morning, after getting out of the shower at my boyfriend's house, I was using his bedroom bathroom to get ready while he showered in the bathroom that he shares with his roommate. So there I was, putting my face on, naked, because it is my favorite way to be. The house was empty, so I'd left the bedroom door open.
It is important to note here that I was not wearing my glasses at the time. So when I saw a male form in my peripherals, I assumed it was my boyfriend and continued applying mascara. And when I heard him say "Oh, shit!" I very casually offered this reply: "What's wrong, baby?" It wasn't until a few awkward (for him, not me) moments later, when that same male voice asked, from much farther away this time, "Is [your boyfriend] using the other bathroom?" that I realized my boyfriend's roommate had just seen me completely naked ... and surprisingly unperturbed by his accidental act of voyeurism.
I probably should feel embarrassed, but I'm actually more tickled that someone in this world thinks I'm a brazen hussy. Kinda makes you wonder, does that make me an actual brazen hussy? I sure hope so.
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Friday, April 26, 2013
Wednesday, April 3, 2013
Labels Hurt
At approximately 3pm today, after seven hours of being in public, I happened to glance down at my boobs. Where I discovered this label, broadcasting the extra small size of the only part of my body I DON'T want to be extra small.In case you're not sufficiently impressed, let me break this down real quick.
Not only had it taken me nearly a full day of work to notice my fashion faux pas, but THIS WASN'T EVEN THE FIRST TIME I'D WORN THIS TOP! In fact, I'd washed it, dried it, put it back on and still somehow managed to overlook this crucial detail. Do you know how much skill that kind of obliviousness requires? A LOT. Ladies and gentlemen, I have arrived!
Curtsy, gracious wave, exit stage left.
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