I almost feel an obligation to tell you guys my daily embarrassing happenings
The very moment I sat down after doing a 15 minute in class presentation on the eroticism of The Piano, I saw that I had deodorant residue all up near my shirt’s arm pit area on the outside of my shirt.
Y’all wanna be my Baines, don’t you? Want to play me like Ada played that piano. Come and get it boys, there’s enough deodorant residue stains to go around for all of you.
I’m guessing it got there because I put my deodorant on as I was driving to class. I even thought to myself, as I cut someone off, “he probably doesn’t even care. He sees that I have a mascara tube in the hand that’s gripping the wheel while I’m using the other hand to apply deodorant. He knows I’m a woman on a mission. Yeah. A woman not to be fucked with. Yeah. Powerful.”
