Ya know, I actually look pretty good.
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I look damn good.
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I am so glad I bought these bras now. Fucking hell. I mean, talk about making mountains out of mole hills. Is this what I've been missing by not having a properly fitted bra? Or are they just that good? God damn. I have to send Dave some pictures.
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So Angela talked me into going shopping because she said it wasn't right for me to have a whole new pile of bras and no new clothes to go with them. So I've got a pile of those that I kinda like. I've got a new acid washed jean jacket that looks pretty tight. Spring should be showing up any minute know and it'll be the perfect weather for it. I got a handful of plain shirts to look "nice" in (pink, green, purple, and blue) and some shirts that have bands and movies on them I should probably know and looked cool.
I just hate that I'm getting attention I don't want. I mean, when guys watch Angela walk buy or come up and try talking to her, she just drinks it up. But I just don't care and honestly I'm not interested. Dave is the only guy who I want paying attention to me.
Maybe getting all these clothes that I look amazing in was a mistake. Or at least only getting clothes to look hot in. These should be Dave Only clothes. I need other clothes to wear the rest of the time.
Shit.
Well, Angela's not going to complain about another shopping trip.
Marcus might though.
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Dave replied. He said not to send him bra pics. Fuck my life.
Mako's Message: I just wanted to get this out here. An actual message will be in the next one. Maybe. Hope you enjoyed.
