I love wearing my boyfriend’s clothes, especially his t-shirts and boxers.
Also, Atlanta streets are not for the weak of bladder. Have a few drinks and ride around for half an hour and you’ll see what I mean.
Lastly, I’m going to seriously injure my local mail person if my bag isn’t in my possession by tomorrow. Err, today. Saturday. Tracking said a notice was left at 3pm, and they’d try to redeliver. That’s crap, because our lazy mail guy wasn’t here until AFTER 6pm. I wonder if complaining to the higher-ups will help?
