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I think God is trying to call me to the nudists' life... It started off with my favorite undershirt having a strap break at work last night... slightly annoying but I dealt with it. This morning however, I got out of the shower and wrapped the towel around me like I always do. This time it didn't stay up though. I rewrapped it three times before giving up. Shrugged that failure off and proceeded to get dressed only to discover that a hook had come out of the bra I was planning on wearing today. Weird I know. Favorite pants were ripped originally but the rip expanded to ridiculous proportions when I put them on. Finally got dressed in non-wardrobe-malfunction clothing and went to meet my mother and older sister at a movie theater. Take two steps out of my car, and my right flip-flop strap came flying off and sent the sole of my sandal clear across the parking lot... I'm going to wrap myself in a blanket and hide for the rest of the day... this is getting ridiculous.