Victoria's Secret is that she's always cold.

As if we needed more proof of what a classy lady I am, I pulled my bra strap away from my back because it was itching, and ended up putting my finger through the fabric.

I mean, it's like you can't rely on a 5-year-old bra anymore. What CAN I believe in, Universe?

Right, then. Shopping. 

Also, this is totally how I roll when I wear flannel pajamas. Victoria's Secret gets me.

REM - Rogue extranenous mammaries

Quotable friend: "I need to contain my breasts somehow when I sleep. Otherwise I worry I'll give myself a concussion." 

#MeanGirlsParty #October3

Flashing for fries.

It is ass hot and 6000% humid, so obviously work clothes need to come off as soon as I walk in the house. But I had just taken off my bra when I realized that if I want dinner, I have to have it delivered. I prefer to have a bra on if I'm human-facing, but I'm not putting that damn thing back on, leading to this actual thing I just said to myself out loud: "Fuck it. Deal with my breasts, delivery guy."

Think I could get the fries for free? I like to pretend I'm better than that, but...I'm exhausted and hungry, so I'm really not.