Okay, I'm about to talk about something that I don't think I've ever read a blog post on before…
The other day, I received a very aggressive email from my roommate. (I live with two bros at the moment. Like "Bro, I was supah baked the othah day…" That kind of bro.) And let me also preface this story by telling you that I almost always wrap my used tampons in toilet paper, but this timeI had forgotten. So anyways, I guess I had screwed up big time. Apparently, that was rude and unacceptable. And he proceeded his email with a parallel between used condoms and used tampons.
"I don't leave my used condoms in the bathroom trash…"
Uhhhhh, I don't even want to know that you're using condoms let alone throwing them away! And I'm pretty sure that you having sex in voluntary and me getting my period is because of human nature and I kind of have to get it every month. AND I'm not going to walk around the apartment that I'VE been living in for over three years with a bloody tampon in my hand just for your benefit. Am I wrong?
And I can't tell you how many times I've left my room or walked around the apartment with him in his white silk boxers. (Yes, they're some sort of faux-silk material.) And falling down. I can see both his ass crack when he turns around and his junk flopping around.
But do I say anything? No.
And you want to know why?
Because I have a month left there...
And here's an outfit! Ar ar ar ar ar.
Shorts: J.Crew (My Ma's)
Necklace: So Good Jewelry
Boat Shoes: Sperry Top-Sider