let me paint you a picture. imagine me in my pajamas. the wrinkliest tshirt i own. my hair a mess. no makeup in sight. the explain to me why i got hit on at taco bell. not that the border is a classy establishment, but it happened not once but twice. and i got MAD. not bc i got cat-called out the window by the drive-thru guy. but bc when i go through the trouble of fixing my hair and putting on makeup and MATCHING MY CLOTHES i might as well be part of the scenery.
from now on, i'm dressing homeless.
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