Lazy Sunday

Since my only good trainers has been sent to the afterlife, Sundays are no longer the same. The usual big trainer + big t-shirt routine is no longer possible since I've only got more or less tight pants to wear. Yesterday, and being hung over in JEANS, was a living Hell. Today's outfit have been chosen as a result of this.

I've been seen wearing a striped boxer and a hooded sweatshirt all over the house. Luckily, I'm not a very private person. Showing off my legs to the rest of the boys could for some be a struggle, but not for me. After all I do lap dances for money on Tuesday and Friday nights. Five bucks per shake if anyone is interested. Anyways: Today has been strange, but I've refused to wear jeans or cotton trousers. After all, it's Sunday and God did NOT design Sundays for neither fit or anti-fit pants.

I'm buying new trainers tomorrow. Guaranteed.