| | so I got word today that I have a new place to live. a really cool loft in fishtown with two chill girls and three awesome dogs. it's gonna be awesome. I can't wait. just have to pack all my stuff, rent a uhaul and move it all.....gonna be nuts.
so random funny story.
when I got my restaurant job they said I could either wear their black tshirt or any other black shirt with jeans to work. So I went and bought a black polo at H&M and a black v-neck at Urban Outfitters.
at one point while working there I walked into the corner of the dishwasher rack and cut my arm, plus ripping a hole in the sleeve of the polo (I'm known to be prone to clutzy moments of running into solid objects).
my manager told me to replace the shirt recently so i went yesterday with a friend and did some shopping and picked up a new polo. only 6 bucks but these polos are perfect. I love them.
so I wore it today, showed it off to the manager. 3 hours into my shift I remember the tag that has a spare button, which is sewn into the seam on the left bottom of the shirt. These tags annoy me and rub me so I began to see if I could remove it. Rather than get a knife or scissors I begin to pull on it, thinking it will just tear off. this is the point where instead of the tag tearing, my shirt tears, straight across the stomach. so they gave me a new Farmicia tshirt, and now I have a brand new H&M polo belly shirt. it's pretty hot.
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