Fuck your pain away

I just got notification that my shirt has shipped, meaning hopefully it'll be here by the end of the month. I'm so excited about this, it's pathetic. I mean...soon, if I actually got the right size (if not I can return it), I can be the real me all day. Or...well, as close as I can get without spending insane amounts of money. If it actually works, I'll probably get two more once I start working, maybe one in the t-shirt style so I don't have to wear anything over it.

God, I can't wait for the first summer when I can walk oustide without my shirt on. Seeing all those shirtless boys in NY made me sighhhh.