SIMPLE

May 6, 2014

front-clasp bras

and slip-ons for sneakers,

please.

Had this nasty-looking weave

for a month now?

Brush it in the morning.

Baggy eyes, each day.

Make-up makes ’em worse

Going natural.

Too busy to be cute!

Gotta go, gotta run...

Besides, I’m broke.

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