Weird, the draft I was working on disappeared overnight. It’s not even in the Trash bin. I’m getting tired of these app glitches, maybe it’s time I get a computer. it will have to wait until I’m in a mood to revisit my past…it’s emotionally draining and I have too much to do today.
All that said, I’m in a great mood today! My lips not as sore, my mind at peace, and I actually feel like cleaning and getting out for a while.
Have a great day!!
It has been an emotional day, but I managed to get some cardio in thanks to the bus.
Goodnight everyone, tomorrow’s a new adventure.
What is it about a Hanes crew neck t-shirt that is so comforting? Not the ones that you buy that hang on racks, but the undershirts which are rolled and packed in fours. Soft, thin and somewhat stretchy, they cling and hang just right showing off curves and waist, hiding what you don’t want seen and showing of what you do.
Maybe it’s because I was an 80’s child and a 90’s teen; tight shirts and really baggy jeans. Maybe it’s because I’m the daughter of children who lived the 50’s, 60’s, and 70’s and the image and attitude of jeans and the thin Hanes crew neck undershirts are engrained in my brain and DNA, the one ensemble that remained constant in both look and attitude over the decades, linking and uniting. I guess that would be more of a link to my dad as my mom was not a jeans and t-shirt woman, more bell bottoms and more girly tops growing up and a mix of slacks and jeans and blouses as an adult; I am not her.
I play rough, love hard, am extremely loyal, very perceptive and intuitive, cute, honest, caring, shy, jaded, soft, broken, angry…ok maybe I am part her. I’m a girl but not typically girly. I have girly tops and one or two skirts even, but once I slide on nice fitting jeans and a Hanes t-shirt I feel right. Maybe it’s the attitude that has been associated with the look; bad boys, badass females. Maybe it’s how it looks and feels on me. Either way it fits my mood and personality, hugging me when I need encouragement, caressing me when I’m insecure or hurting, clinging to remind me I’m a woman, and allowing me space to move if I need to knock someone on their ass.
Simple, comfortable, dependable…it’s me.
Gah!! I just finished reading the latest book from a series I’ve been following and I’m so irritated! Seriously, I cannot stand it when people play games with each other in real life, but to read characters you’ve grown to love doing so and use family members to achieve that is too much for me. Lol I know it’s just a book, but that’s why it’s so frustrating; I can’t just slap the dumb broad and school her on why what she’s doing is wrong, no, now I have to watch it play out or stop following the series never finding out how it all ends (outside of her disastrous choices).
Grrr…playing or preying on another’s weekness is just wrong, books are suppose to be my getaway.