it's really odd, but when i'm hanging out under my tree at the park reading and listening to music and doing whatever it is i do, i always end up getting this crazy urge to take my shirt off.
i don't, of course.
but the sunshine and breeze feels so good on my arms and legs...why not on my stomach, why not on my chest?
(because that's wildly inappropriate. even if i wouldn't be doing anything that would make the situation rated r. it would still be ridiculously awkward and...wildly inappropriate.)
but damn it would feel good.