I’m still lumpy and bumpy as my body struggles to reabsorb the PBF (Precious Bodily Fluids) running rampant under my skin. I never knew I was so juicy. I’m glad I decided against reconstructive surgery, because enough is enough, amIright? Falsies FTW.
ANYWAY, what with the pandemic and All The Things on top of my native homebodiness, I’m less inclined to go out than ever. My excuse used to be, “I don’t feel like putting on going-out clothes and real shoes.”
Sunday, Sara invited me to her house to hang with a couple of her work buddies, but I declined, using my new excuse:
I don’t feel like putting on my boob.
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A WRITING PROMPT FROM ME TO YOU: What’s your excuse, when you don’t feel like going out?