Monday, November 24, 2008

you have to imagine it on your own

sweet! i just found my only sweatpants at the bottom of a pile
of clothes i never wear. score! i am freezing, so i am wearing them now,
but i can smell them and they smell like they've been at the bottom
of a pile of clothes i never wear! and i don't care!

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