It’s all about ass today. Yes, ass ass ass ass.. and no, not guys I date for once.
Last night before going to work the only pair of pants I could find were a green pair of skinny jeans. I haven’t worn them in forever. I’m not sure why exactly, I just haven’t.
Everytime I see a person in skinny jeans, I always associate having no ass. These things fell off me when I wore em last. They still fall off of me but not completely about to fall off anymore. No, now I think I’m probably the only person with an ass that owns skinny jeans.
I hated my ass a year ago. It’s always been there, but relatively also not existant in the ways of “Well boom! That’s an ass.”
In my mid morning/evening haze, I don’t recollect having any non nude photos of my ass pre now on my computer. I could be wrong. However, sorry, you won’t be able to compare it this time.
Now jeans riding low usually means a fishtail. But then, there’s me. And my logic is.. there’s only 3 times where underwear is an absolute must. First dates, That time of the month, and business/family functions
Yes, I said it. And you’re likely laughing because you know it’s completely logical.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to go masterbate before I nap. I have to work again in a few hours then have plans to go out and prance later. Buh bi!