After work I went on a bike ride to the shop, to collect a few more $20s towards my full, final paycheck. I’ve been gone two months and it continues–but it guarentees me exercising.
When I got home, I knew that I had dinner plans, but I couldn’t make myself get into the shower. So here I am, Miss Stinky, getting ready to go to dinner. Zestfully unfresh. Grossolla.
At least it isn’t a date, but I do feel sorry for the patrons at the next table. Hope I don’t know them. Or maybe I hope I do, cause if they know me–they will know I’m not always stinky with bike helmet hair.
Chanel #5 to the rescue.