(Hate my life, hate my life, hate my life.)
October 1, 2010
Yes, this would happen.
I was lounging and chillaxin' in the kitchen as I do most days when I do not have class. I heard the garage open and saw my Dad walk in as he usually does for lunch at this hour. Unbeknownst to me that he had actually brought his coworker (mid-twenties and a little handsome). I stood there in boxers, the Kanye West t-shirt my cousin gave me that was a few sizes too big and my jungle hair tied in a small bun. Startled, mortified, confused, I tried my best to quickly think of a way to save the situation. But alas, there was no way of saving it, he already saw me in my it's-friday-so-i-don't-care ensemble. I smiled and curtly said "Heyyyyy".