I mean, like minor crazy.
Ready?
Ok.
I didn't wear a bra.
Oh whatever, that is too crazy.
Ok, fine.
I didn't wear a bra all day.
Even to work!
Yeah, so there.
Ok, ok, so maybe you are sitting back thinking that is no big deal. Maybe you never wear a bra. But I am a bra wearer. Oh yeah. I wear them right up until I go to bed. I believe in the bra and all of it's awesomeness.
So, to not wear one, for me, that's just crazy.
And a little liberating.
If you can get over the whole freaking out once an hour or so.
It's kind of like The Naked Dream.
I'm just sitting at work or driving or whatever when I suddenly realize, no bra. And then I freak out a little and think I am dreaming and then I remember that I didn't wear one on purpose and calm down.
Repeat every hour or so.
Maybe that just makes me crazier than not wearing a bra.
Labels: Being a Chic, Being Retarded, my crazy life
