The trouble with plain t-shirts
I wore a plain yellow shirt a while ago, you know the kind that doesn't have labels sewn onto it. The label was just printed on the back of the shirt. Being that it's a Sunday, I went comfort over style (or whatever you call it) so I picked that one out.
To breakfast in Pancake House.
To Rockwell for yogurt and some shopping.
To SM for groceries.
And then when I got home, while I was changing to pambahay, I realized I had my shirt on baligtad the whole day.
It's official: I'm so friggin' cool.
To breakfast in Pancake House.
To Rockwell for yogurt and some shopping.
To SM for groceries.
And then when I got home, while I was changing to pambahay, I realized I had my shirt on baligtad the whole day.
It's official: I'm so friggin' cool.