and back to being looked down upon.
okay. so not that much. but come on. My shirt happens to be cute and modest. a small fitted t-shirt from the Tour de France that my mom and Liz bought for me. It has hearts across the front that match the patterns of the sprinter jersey, king of the mountains jersey, first place jersey, and the rookie jersey (same patterns and heart shaped). Well. I love this shirt. in fact, it is adorable. I know this because my mother told me so.
unfortunately the hearts are placed across the chest of the shirt. kind of makes me think it should say "tour de boob" and not "tour de france"....but you know what. it isn't a big deal at all. I would never think of not wearing this shirt. I mean....Mom and Liz bought it for me in France and it's cute and has to do with the Tour de France. come on people!
well today i was told my shirt would make some boys feel bad. because they can't help it they read everything they see. so i shouldn't buy shirts that have writing on the chest. When told that my mother and sister bought it for me from France...the situation wasn't dropped. but i got around it.
so whatever. but i'm wearing my shirt anyway. so there.
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That's a load of crap and you should wear the shirt all you want. Wear it when I come to eat with you, and I'll wear mine, and we'll match, and we can say screw you to immature Taylor students.
Is that a plan?
what the deuce? seriously...some people just have to find things to confront others on just to feel normal. i think it should classified as a strain of compulsive dissorders if it isn't already.
I BOUGHT THAT SHIRT AND THERE IS NOTHING BAD OR WRONG ABOUT IT! I mean, what is wrong with people? I didn't know this happened, and I am sorry there are such odd people that you have to deal with. You are so sweet that you probably can't yell at them. I think you had a good reply. I love you, dear Sara.
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