new year, less clothes.
perhaps i can start a trend.
when i came back from new york, as i often do, i threw my dirty laundry into a garbage bag to allow easy separation when i arrived back home. seeing as how when i did arrive back home, i was struck down with a cold, i left the garbage bag of laundry in the kitchen, rather than taking it to the laundry room, rather than taking it upstairs to the bedroom.
the boyfriend, then, being the best boyfriend ever, was wondering what on earth a bag of garbage was doing over by the microwave, so he threw them all out. in it was my favorite pair of jeans, my what would joan jett do? t-shirt, and the only cold-weather appropriate bra i owned. among other things.
oh fuck. there was also a very nice, french blue dress shirt in there as well. poop.
Next time you're in New York, let me know, we can hang out with the SGNY crew, they're a fun bunch.