realize what you gotta do

i walk past the mirror and snicker.

i'm wearing my walmart jeans, rolled up so that they look like clam-diggers. my hair is a mess, and i have on this ratty tank top that in all actuality should be called a skank-top. more of my bra hangs out of it than is covered by it.

shemeh.

there's not anyone here but me. huzzah almost-naked time!