how i would describe my first encounter with my landlord.
He knocks on my bedroom door (has let himself into our home unannounced), I am completely naked because it is 100 degrees and I have no air conditioning and am watching a movie where a guy is stripping in a gay bar with the volume all the way up. My room is a disaster zone of clothes unfinished bowls of rice boxes and everything embarrassing that you see on hoarders buried alive because that is my life.
Cool bro. thanks for the awkwardness and making me feel infinitely more uncomfortable by only giving me time to throw on a kimono.