the devil ate my bra
So I'm packing and getting dressed simultaneously, listening to Radiohead's Hail To The Thief (which has been on repeat for the last four days except for that one time when I listened to Sublime) and I realize my bra has disappeared.
It's nowhere. This is not good. I was wearing it yesterday!
I'm leaving for three days up to Oregon with a bunch of my friends, and I'm going to have a blast, but a bra would be nice. And yes, you're probably thinking, "Wear another one, whore!" But this is my special one. It's speshul.
When I get back, I'm definitely going to be on AIM for all hours of the night, sorry I've been MIA. (Heh. AIM, MIA.) I can't wait to talk to my lovely ladies! And anyone on my friends list who wants to chat, just IM me. My screenname is in my profile.
Is "Sail To The Moon" not the pretty-est, mournful-est song in existence? ::sigh::
It's nowhere. This is not good. I was wearing it yesterday!
I'm leaving for three days up to Oregon with a bunch of my friends, and I'm going to have a blast, but a bra would be nice. And yes, you're probably thinking, "Wear another one, whore!" But this is my special one. It's speshul.
When I get back, I'm definitely going to be on AIM for all hours of the night, sorry I've been MIA. (Heh. AIM, MIA.) I can't wait to talk to my lovely ladies! And anyone on my friends list who wants to chat, just IM me. My screenname is in my profile.
Is "Sail To The Moon" not the pretty-est, mournful-est song in existence? ::sigh::