walked into the bedroom
stopped beside the dresser
something nagged inside my head
what was it i was there for?
left the room, went down the hall
thinking all the way
whatever might i have needed
in the middle of the day?
glasses i had on my nose
sandals on my feet
ipod was in my left hand
cranking a steady beat.
passed the mirror in the hall
oh, now my lapse was clear!
i’m naked as a jaybird
and should cover my derrierre.
A trip through life with fingers crossed and eternal optimism.
Doing the best I can with what I have
kind of sad, but not so bad with cheese. cheese not provided.
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Praying for Eyebrowz 
I have actually done something like that haha.
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I once sat through a job interview in my prim white blouse and black skirt only to realize when I went home to undress that I’d forgotten to wear a bra. In my defense I’d been really sick. I did not get the job.
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