solid

needless to say, i was having a day that seemed to be rebelling against me.
i woke up late.
i got a hole in my tights en route to work.
couldn't speak correctly for the life of me.
picked out an outfit which looked great in my head, but when put on, i ended up looking like an obese mary kate olsen.
got toilet paper stuck to my shoe.
and errors here and there at work.

i felt gross. i looked like a plus-sized model for bag-lay chic. and also discovered a seed from my bagel was stuck in between some teeth, in plain view of anyone who had spoken to me in, let's say the past two hours.

so in my mopie state, i reached out to talk about my flounders. and what i got in return, gave me that warm, tingly feeling (aka honey and warm bread).

" just remember its just one day and one outfit you don't like and i still think you're beautiful no matter what"

solid.

i've hypnotized him with my bag lady ways.