The original intention this morning was to get up, get cleaned, get the laundry done, and then get to the store so that I could grab a couple giant bottles of açai juice. (I love the stuff, and with what my body’s been doing to me lately, it’s probably a good idea to lay in a stock of the stuff, just to make sure that my insides don’t rust on me.)
I got out of a just-shy-of-burning tub and headed straight for the outfit I’d pulled out of my closet space. (I like to hang them up on a hanger a piece, complete and ready to go.…well, minus undergarments and socks. Hanging up undergarments would just be silly—and how the Sam hell do you hang up a pair of socks?)
The top was reallycute, and it’d go well with those flare-cut jeans—
EDIT: 1:28 PM. It's looking a little slim that I might make it out of the apartment today. Besides the persistent brainzaps, I've got all this JUNK to organize. If I don't appear online by 3, it means that I've managed to get some errands run after all and that I'm most likely out of the apartment.
Right now, I’m sitting on my couch.The stove has two things on it—a pot of water with a glass water bottle filled with almost-boiling water, and a pot of water with said bottle’s plastic lid in it, with a bit of baking soda in it to take the funny taste out of the bottle’s contents.
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That's so hilariously specific, but I'm not even surprised. xD I mean, I've heard of a lot of escort services available in Japan, but someone, just someone, had to specialize in this.
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