So my friends girlfriend will be getting out of rehab at the end of the month. I saw him last night and he asked me if I would go shopping with him so that she can ya know not be naked when she gets home, at least not all the time. Normally this is something I would say no to. If you had seen his sad puppy face you would have said yes too.
See the thing is I like doing things for people. I like being known as someone people can count on. Really spending the day at the mall with a guy I used to work with buying clothes for his girlfriend is not a big deal, it's not even difficult. At most it is a mildly inconvenient thing I have to do for someone who really needs me.
That said I am terribly lazy. I haven't even gone shopping for myself in a proper store in over a year. I prefer ordering things online and then getting mad when they don't fit. And so my reticence has a name and it is sloth.
Alas and Alack dear internet stalkers I believe it may be time for me to play archaeologist, dig deep, and un-bury my inner fashionista (assuming I have one).
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