As a bit of background information; I dress to the nines regularly. Or, at least my definition of "the nines", so that usually consists of a flannel buttoned to the top with rolled up sleeves, black straight legs and my paddock boots or Converse, always paired with my vintage Cougar brand leather coat. So, the premise of this story is: I left my clothes at my friend's house over the weekend and I haven't gotten around to picking it up, so I'm currently dressed like a stoner. I've got a teal zip up over a "Eat Shirt" shirt and faded straight leg blue jeans, and I'm currently waiting to be dress coded for the shirt. It's like a waiting game, it's almost kind of fun.
Also, my friend is looking over my shoulder eating Hershey's Kisses as I write this.
Oh, and she just burped in my ear. That's chill.
And she did it again.
We took pictures to put on the entry, but we're right in front of an un-blinded window, so they came out super weird.
Also, here, have this picture of Moby in the woods:
Yea.
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