That tonight I went to a pilates-type class where everyone (else) was skinny, strong, and wearing a giant diamond engagement ring, then I called in some sushi, rode the subway, picked up the sushi, and ate it at home, still in my yoga pants, while sipping a dirty martini.
Hey, these are the last months of my 20s. I can be a cliche all that I want.
Hey, these are the last months of my 20s. I can be a cliche all that I want.
1 comment:
I love you. Yoga pants and all.
Post a Comment