creature comforts
today, i wore all of the most comfortable articles of clothing i could come across. I woke up at quarter after five this morning, before the snow, before even, teh daylight. beginning with the mesh grannpy panties, if you can tax your imagination enough to conjure such a image, we shall move outwards. My bra is not one of superior construction nor impressive name brand, but of unequalled softness, my socks are striped in colors that benefit from lack of definite description and reach to thigh high destinations that many boys may only dream of ever reaching, only to recoil in the desperate fear of a dream turned nightmare upon encountering my granny panties, made of fabric enough to smother a man. the man, and his determined lecherous designs. from there, it improves slightly, a demure colored camisol underneath a purple v-necked t shirt, and green, not yet fuzzy nor yet classic knit, hooded zip up sweater. is it ugly? yes. does it clash with my purle shirt and red shoes? yes. is it comfortable. oh, lord, yes. concealing the horrors that lurk beneath serene, blue exterior are the most comfortable, forgiving, begning pair of jeans i have ever had the good fortune of wearing. impulsively purchased for 20.00 at my local target location, they have been a blessing to me, a tribute to those who have come before, and a model to those that will follow. altogether, it is not an imposing figure i make. I am not exactly a joy to look upon, but, damn am i comfortable.