with myself.
You know in the evening when you head to the bathroom to wash your face, brush your teeth, comb out your hair for the day, whatever your routine, and you look in the mirror and you're thinking, "I look so damn good." It seems terrible to be wasting these looks on the pillows and covers; perhaps you should be heading out to the local club and sporting your look for the public.
Then you remember...you have to get up at 5 a.m. to go to work. Then when you get up in the morning, half of you resembles what you looked at in the mirror the night before and the other half resembles something hideous; you wouldn't even check the mail looking like the bad half, let alone answer the door.
Oh well. At least I have the nights.
1 comment:
Those damn UPS drivers always come when you're not wearing pants and are trying to Nair your legs. And yes, you look Maavahlous!
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