I bought a Tupac shirt. I love it. Like, love love love love love it. I’ve had it less than a week. This will be the second time I wear it to the gym. I’ve already washed it so I could re-wear it after my last workout. I will be washing it again tomorrow so I can bring it when I visit Indianapolis this week.
The first time I wore it to the gym, the woman who checked me in said “That’s an awesome shirt.” I responded, “I know.”
It’s like my new comfort blanket. I don’t want to go anywhere without it.
And, for some reason, I work out really hard when I’m wearing it.
Probably because all eyez are on me.
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