Today I am wearing the hottest under things I own. I am actually defying gravity with the lift this bra gives me. And don't even get me started on the lacy black matching boy shorts.... I feel like the societal standards of clothes should crumble today, allowing me to frolic in the black sheer laciness that is me.

I am so annoyed with everything, despite nothing being perticularly annoying. I can put on a happy face, lift up my chin, and grin, and say....I'll see you assholes later.