rejectomorph (flying_blind) wrote,


It's getting nice and cool outside, but the house is still hot. Sluggo is not happy. Since I can't spend much time with Sluggo, I've been making things tidy in here. I'm daunted. There's just too much stuff. I have a huge pile of junk mail I've never gotten around to tossing. For some reason, I've gotten onto a mailing list for a company that sells swimsuits, and another that sells cowboy clothes. I haven't worn a swimsuit in decades, and I've never worn cowboy gear (never having been forced into prostitution to survive) at all, except for those shirts with the snaps on them that I bought on sale at one of those outlet stores many years ago. Bulldogger shirts, I think they're called. I sort of liked not having to deal with buttons. But those are gone now, and I have no mind to buy more. I wonder how I got on a cowboy outfitters mailing list?

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