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lamardeuse asked me to show off my cool t-shirts. Now, I may not have a t-shirt that matches Bradley James', unlike her, but mostly thanks to Threadless I do have some pretty happening shirts. Please note that these are also, like, the only things with print in my entire wardrobe. I'm 4'11", okay, it's hard to find print that doesn't look like it's trying to eat me.
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Mmm, t-shirts. I love t-shirts. T-shirts make me wish I were a boy, sometimes, because I really love them, but there are so many awesome kinds of shirts, and there just aren't enough days to cycle through all the kinds of shirts I want to wear PLUS all the cool t-shirts in the world. Boys have it so easy.
...annnnnd that effectively killed an hour. I really should be productive today and do some laundry and homework, and maybe some dishes. Except it's chilly, rainy, and Ella's snoring against my knee. Which makes me just want to snorgle into her fuzz and become a gelatinous blob. Ugh, productivity. I'll probably read court cases for class and try to stay awake. The problem with court cases is that while reading them I feel like "Oh man if this was an episode of Law & Order I'd be so riveted!" except there's something about judges when they write their rulings that makes them inclined to make everything as boring as possible. You could be reading the judge's ruling from fucking Legally Blond and you'd probably fall asleep. Perhaps there should be a new law that all judges are required to add some pizzaz to their findings. Or at least a knock-knock joke. Anything.
lamardeuse asked me to show off my cool t-shirts. Now, I may not have a t-shirt that matches Bradley James', unlike her, but mostly thanks to Threadless I do have some pretty happening shirts. Please note that these are also, like, the only things with print in my entire wardrobe. I'm 4'11", okay, it's hard to find print that doesn't look like it's trying to eat me.( Put behind a cut because it's a big picture. )
Mmm, t-shirts. I love t-shirts. T-shirts make me wish I were a boy, sometimes, because I really love them, but there are so many awesome kinds of shirts, and there just aren't enough days to cycle through all the kinds of shirts I want to wear PLUS all the cool t-shirts in the world. Boys have it so easy.
...annnnnd that effectively killed an hour. I really should be productive today and do some laundry and homework, and maybe some dishes. Except it's chilly, rainy, and Ella's snoring against my knee. Which makes me just want to snorgle into her fuzz and become a gelatinous blob. Ugh, productivity. I'll probably read court cases for class and try to stay awake. The problem with court cases is that while reading them I feel like "Oh man if this was an episode of Law & Order I'd be so riveted!" except there's something about judges when they write their rulings that makes them inclined to make everything as boring as possible. You could be reading the judge's ruling from fucking Legally Blond and you'd probably fall asleep. Perhaps there should be a new law that all judges are required to add some pizzaz to their findings. Or at least a knock-knock joke. Anything.
