..is to be a slob...
Can?
I'm a slob at heart.
I'm never really happy unless and until I'm dressed like some bedraggled tramp, in truly baggy and seasoned clothes that've seen better days, sans make-up, with my hair all tied up and out of the way, and without shoes.
From the above, it's quite obvious...
I don't like having my hair in my face. I'm seriously contemplating whether to cut my hair short. The disadvantage of having short hair? It's too short to tie up and truly be out of my face's way.
I don't like wearing things on my feet. I like wiggling my toes, and one jolly can't wiggle them with shoes on!
I don't like having stuff on my face. Because I like the liberty of being able to rub my eyes without worrying about smudging mascara. And be able to drink water without worrying about whether the petroleum products I'm swallowing will give me cancer.
I don't like to wear clothes. And if I have to wear them, the less of them I can feel against my skin, the better.
In short, I'm a slob at heart.
So, the more well-groomed I look, the likes of my being in a worse mood than normal, is there.
So am I allowed to be as sloppy as I want to be?! Please please.....
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