mary saw my post a few months ago seeking camo pants and gave me like a dozen pairs. her brother was in the marines so a lot of them are still startchy, which is really weird.
i feel this weird sense of calm knowing that i don’t have to do laundry until the maids come back next week. fresh camo for every day is a great feeling…
it’s gotten really bad over the last few months, how the hawaiian shirt and camo pants are just fucking required now…not a “oh i work better like this”, it’s “i can’t work at all without it”
a few pairs are going to be turned into shorts because it’s already stupid hot down here…. just a sign of what’s coming….
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