Also?

You can count on days when I walk into the room in full-on Kewlrockindaddy mode, black leather biker boots, ratty jeans with the holes in them, (Long Johns underneath if it's cold enough) the torn Harley riding shirt I like so much with the wicking in the arm pits to help stay dry, the one with the bleach stain and the button missing and the rips on the sleeve from the last time the bike was laid down, matching the do rag to the boxers, either black, white or orange, (That used to bother me a lil but not anymore, nobody thinks twice about a woman's thong or bra strap showing, why should the end of the legs of my boxers be considered offensive?) The Maui Jim sunglasses, the Rasta friendship bracelet and just be like, "Lets go have lunch somewhere where this type of apparel is appropiate."

I mean seriously, like just out of the blue and stuff.

Get ready Lucy :-).