i have a shirt i hardly wear, bought it in dublin last april. anyway, eventhough it's pretty new, most of the buttons have popped...i think i only wore it twice...going through my wardrobe, i found it hanging in the corner so i decided to wear it...with only one button in the front about the same level with my nips so i wear it as if that's the way it's supposed to be worn...and climbed onto my bike and rode to work. here was i, thinking i looked cool with this shirt and speeding down the road...the shirt flapping showing some midriff and my belly piercing... at least, that's what i thought (i omitted to mention the extra flabs...)... so here i was, feeling smug...in my one-button shirt and cool bike...cruising down the road...em...i rephrase, speeding down the road....when the last remaining button popped open!!! uhm...i know you may think...big deal...well...eh...um...i forgot to mention i'm braless... didn't look around to find out who's watching...at least i can handle the bike with one hand and i managed to button it up...acting like the whole interlude was intended!! and i rode like the devil's after my hot ass!!! oh well...now i'm smarter...glad someone invented the safety pin...
