Yesterday I wore a turtleneck to work. Today I wore a scarf to work. I can hardly tolerate when my hair gets long enough to touch my neck, much less clothing. So there's only one thing this means: a blemish on my neck that screams of my indiscretions.
Why must they be so socially unacceptable? It's just like a bruise, really. Or a blood blister. But it's the story behind the imperfection that's enough to make folks blush.
A longtime friend of mine came over tonight to hang out while John was busy practicing with the band. We decided to go to PetsMart because Oswald needed food. She ended up carrying the bag out for me because that's how she rolls. Then we went to Double Dave's for some pizza rolls. After bickering about who would pay, we finally ordered and I carried our drinks to the table.
We walked to the salad bar together and while waiting on her to get started, I happened to look at the male employees who were looking at us with big grins on their faces.
I was so tired of the stupid scarf from earlier today, I decided to just deal with the embarassment of having a hickey on my neck. And now the male employees at Double Dave's totally have the wrong impression of who put it there.
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