This morning I was suppose to attend a VIP breakfast at a certain animal containment facility. I did not go for many reason - it was butt crack early in the morning, it was cold, it was foggy and because I'm a puss and didn't want to risk running into a certain someone. So I stayed in bed and waited for Mandy and Phil to get done so I could meet them for breakfast and buy me some CD release party tickets.
But because the breakfast took so long and I had stuff to do I ran errands in the morning, one of which was getting gas for my nearly dry vehicle. At said gas station I ran into a young lady decked out in a tube top and some shiny-blind-you-if-you-looked-straight-into-them red stiletto heels. At first I thought she was doing the "walk of shame" home. I mean it was Saturday morning and who of us has not had to throw on your clothes from the night before and slink home? However, I think my thought process was flawed. Her make-up was way to perfect and her hair was hardly tussled. Either she was starting her day in her "outfit" or she had some boring ass sex the night before.
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