Something for me?
You hit up a flower shoppe yesterday in Los Feliz for some gift boxes with a friend while Alicja is back in Poland for the Polish Film Festival. But... couldn’t you have at least thrown on a tee shirt under there? Or a beater tank? I’m all for casual, and I certainly know that you, you live according to your own vibe, and I love you for it, but I’m having a hard time looking at you with the bare chest underneath the cardigan and that chain and then the track pants because this, this is not simply dirty clothes or grubby grunge. This is, like, I think it’s on purpose. And worse still, I think... this is... a little...
Sorry! I’m sorry for you but mostly for me. After all, I’m the one looking at it.
Sigh. Let’s not fight. I hate to disagree, and clothing shouldn’t come between us, but I am fickle, so fickle, and the smallest blemishes can become major obstacles so have pity on my fragile quiver, please, as I know that I am lesser for being so disloyal.
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