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It finally hit me today that it's winter. Last winter I spent in Boston, so things were a little more obvious. Here, though, in the CA Bay Area, it kind of didn't hit me till today.

See, I was behind for workshift hours. Everyone at my co-op has to do five hours of workshift a week. The rule is, if you do your workshift naked you get double hours -- up to three bonus hours if you do three naked. So I stripped off all my clothes and started washing pots in the kitchen and whoa! I'm actually getting cold doing it! I usually never get very cold while indoors. I didn't get cold the last time I did naked workshift cause like, summer. Duh.

Good old co-op. It has relieved me of all my body shame.



Speaking walking around without clothing -- when I went home for Thanksgiving my mom was like, "Do you need underwear?" I was like, "I don't wear underwear." I lengthy argument ensued wherein she tried to convince me to wear underwear. And I quote, "You should wear undewear. It's better for your clothes."

Yes, that's right my friends. Inner thigh sweat is, in fact, corrosive. It will eat your leather pants down to chaps. It's TRUUUU.



I kill me.



ETA: Thanks zaneetas for the coupon! I got ( this )