So, feeling a little moody and sore this morning, I ventured out to the local shops in order to procure TOOBS (the best). I had dressed in whatever came to hand in my state of insufficiently caffeinated disenchantment, which ended up consisting of denim short shorts, pantyhose, t-shirt, and boots. And an expert level of resting bitchface.
I was swamped with compliments the entire time I was out of the house. I don't know if it's the power of the tiny shorts, or if people just felt I needed bucking up, but either way, I was overwhelmed and cheered up immensely.
My favourite incident involved two rather tasty shelf stacking boys in the supermarket. Their reaction to my sauntering past them in all my big bottomed fabulousness was to start rapping; "Work the body, work work the body, hold up girl, you 'bout to hurt somebody!". Hilarious, apt, cute, and immediately celebrated by purchasing new lingerie.
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