i'm just going to face facts: i just can't sleep without panties or underpants or what have you, on. shirtless, braless, pantless... all fine. i just have to have underwear on or i can't sleep.
and usually something to pull over my body. its a rare summer day that it feels comfortable without a sheet over your shoulders.
it also turns out, after research inspired by a convo with martin, that turtles can't really live without their shells.
that's kind of a dick follow up i have to myself. and that i used to be so much prettier and so much skinnier. stupid aims now but you just can't help it or simply don't care.