Today I intended to sneak over to drop some things off at my neighbors so I threw on an enormous, puffy gortex jacket (WHICH I OWN) with nothing on underneath save my skivvies, no make up and dog-chewed slippers thinking this is a “leave it at the front door and run” situation.
OF COURSE THEY ANSWERED.
My new neighbors wear nice shoes in their house. I think it’s a different world for people who wear nice shoes and non-comfortable pants (if any) in their own home.
I’m sure they feel the kind of powerful dignity that I shall never know.
At least I wrote my phone number on a cool “Greetings from Texas” postcard with a terrified looking cat on the front. I’m so great.
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dogboylovescake said:
Why did you even ring the bell?
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