I was having a pretty lame day as far as Fridays go.
I overslept and was nearly late for class, so I had to throw on whatever was clean. Unfortunately that meant Nike shorts and a HUGE long sleeved shirt. I felt nasty and greasy and sad.
After class I decided to get something to eat since I completely missed breakfast. I had nachos because they make me happy.
Before I hit the bus stop I thought I’d check my P.O. Box, just in case. So I opened it…
AND AN ORANGE PACKAGE SLIP WAS TUCKED NEATLY IN BETWEEN SOME JUNK MAIL.
IT WAS MY MODCLOTH GUYS.
I danced out of the Student Union like
And all the way home on the bus I was like
The girls sitting behind me were like, “Who’s that weird greasy chick?”
And I was just like
They were just jealous of my ModCloth. :)