Post by sherbanator on Nov 22, 2013 3:45:25 GMT -5
I work a rattler schedule which means about once a week I get off work at midnight or 1 am. Everytime I work this shift I get fast food on my way home. I tell myself I will not stop yet I do it anyway. 0 percent willpower. I'm not hungry, I eat before I leave work. It doesn't matter. Then I gobble down all of the food in the car before I get home and get some slobby stain on my clothes. I guess the ten minutes I would have to wait to get home is just too much. So much regret, lol.
This is the damage from my stop tonight. Notice the stain on my jeans. I do have to admit the taco bell cinnabon mini donuts are fucking delicious.
Post by sherbanator on Nov 22, 2013 11:14:20 GMT -5
I thought it was going to stand out in the full body shot but when it didn't I zoomed in there a little bit. I actually woke up with that abrupt "did I really post that" feeling and was hoping no one noticed. Oh well, can't triple stamp a double stamp.
I would rather drop food in my lap, than on my boobs. Damn this rack!
I sometimes call it my crumb catcher.
H calls it my "shelf", and swears I'm trying to hide food in my cleavage for later. That's when he gets "grounded" and doesn't get to play on the playground.
But when you get undressed before bed, it's like an instant midnight snack. Lemons into cleavage lemonade!
Cleavage hairs are the worst. They're so tickly, but there's no ladylike way to get them out of your cleavage. Then when you do, it's some obscene magic trick because they're long head hairs.
OH MY GOD ITS NOT JUST ME. I hate that. I feel the tickle and start digging around. Sometimes I can't get a hair outta there and I know its there but eluding me