I'm a big, hot mess of a human. So sweaty all the time, it's disgusting. I wear only what human decency and good manners require.
I'd rather go naked, armed with spray bottles of ice water.
Last week in the office I overheard the sharp dresser tell someone over the phone how the office was "quite cool and very comfortable" while I was fanning myself with wads of recycled budgets.
Yesterday I complained about the hot apartment to Dylan and suddenly realized he was wearing a t-shirt and pants.....
Are you not hot? I asked
No, not really. He replied, cementing that it's not actually that hot.
It's just me.
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