Depending on your definition of course. If I'm in my room, I never wear clothes, so I don't think that counts as stripping so much as streaking. Well, in my underwear. Roommate has been horrified by my boobs more than once, the poor girl. I try to keep from traumatizing her.
Sometimes it can't be helped. If I'm changing in the bathroom and she sees them in the reflection of the microwave, whose fault is that?
Or, if I'm sleeping on my back and they just decided to peek outside my bra? Can that be helped? I don't believe so.
(Any of you who said I could've closed the door or worn a t-shirt during my nap: Shush. No.)
Poor Roommate.
My responses probably don't give much comfort, either.
Roommate: "GAH! YOUR BOOBS!"
Me: "What?"
Roommate: "I SAW THEM IN THE MICROWAVE REFLECTION THINGY."
Me: "You did?! Awesome! Want to see them again?!"
She didn't. I was disappointed.
Anyways, what I mean by my "inner stripper" is that on one of my escapades with make-up in the bathroom, somehow I managed to make myself look halfway attractive. Well, hot. I look hot. Maybe even hawt.
Maybe that's an overstatement. I don't play with it that often, but weird crap happens when I do.
Now I have long hair, and it's quite messy after having rolled around on the dorm room floor due to a text message from my dad saying the first duck had hatched from his batch of eggs. Feel free to roll around on the floor, as well. It's exciting, I know.
Also, I'm wearing SVU sweats, a black-tank bra and a pink over jacket. It doesn't sound attractive, but it is. I look like a stripper when she firsts arrives to work, you know, before the fireman outfit and the sliding poles. Now, that is something I could never pull off and I probably wouldn't try, either. That would be awkward for everyone.
Huh, looks like I wrote about boobs and strippers in one post. Go me!
I have no idea what I'm talking about, but I do know that I might be procrastinating.
Maybe.
And if you're my dad, and you're reading this, um, my work is all done. Yeah.
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