So,
a few days ago, I was walking the aisles of my Neighborhood Wal-Mart searching for ingredients for a homemade almond cake. I stepped out of the house that day
looking a Lil’ rough. My hair was in two-strand twists that were a bit flat from
sleeping on them; I wore regular black v-neck and a pair of bleached stained
grey yoga pants with my house slippers to match.
