It seems the statement where "everything in my closet was absolute ass" Per Callies words of wisdom, was in fact the truth. Other than the ol trusty trousers and black buttoned blouse, my usual work attire, I had one pair of skinny jeans that I'm pretty sure are dated back from the 90s and an old Ramones t-shirt that I guarantee had my ex boyfriends children on it, and I honestly did not feel like babysitting.
"You seriously just need to throw this shit out Brit." It was funny how clear the disgust was in my friends voice, because of course coming from someone who is a thousand percent a borderline shopaholic and big money spender, my more simple life is anything but a treat to one's eye.
"But then it would look like I only work, and have no life outside of work." She turned to me slowly, so slowly that I could almost hear the creak in her neck.
"All you do is work, and your pitiful excuse for a wardrobe is never going to prove other wise." Wow hateful.
"It's okay though, I already know your life is a complete boar that's why the good lord made you my friend." She gives me a genuine smile, but something about that statement made my heart falter in hurt, but I masked it with a matching smile. I know she means well, although I'd never admit that sometimes her words do more damage than I'd like to admit.
"Okay, now that we've scoped out our very underwhelming options let's head to my house so we can actually find you something hot to wear, because remember i'm married so I have to live vicariously through your failed attempts at a dating life!" She laughs and walks off leaving me stunned, how am I going to survive the night with this bitch.
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Little Star
Mystery / ThrillerSaying yes was simple enough but what came after was so much more than I had bargained for. I'm one small piece to this much larger puzzle, but you can't finish without the one so you must throw out the rest.
