Oh my goodness. Ivan and I are undergoing a massive clean up of the house, and it's really quite hilarious. He set his new shelf up about a week ago and then left it there to collect dust, and being the bean that I am, I took it upon myself to dig all his stuff out of his closet (which had been messily shoved in) and started to display, dust and shelve everything I could find. 20 minutes ago, I decided to revamp the closet, and then appeared all the bad clothes.
I had to sit there for 10 minutes explaining to Ivan why he should throw away one of his shirts. It's the dirtiest, raggiest polo I've ever seen in my life. it's a shit-brown-purple colour with a collar a mile high, straight as a piece of cardboard, with those intentional rips that make it look like his shirt had caught on fire one day when lightning struck him, and the patches here and there from overwashing which made it look like a hobo shirt. I HAD TO EXPLAIN THIS TO HIM. I almost blew my brains out trying to be nice about it, but I told him that even if he were to make it a home shirt, I would have to punch his face everytime I walk past him wearing that shirt. So he ruefully threw the shit-brown-purple one away and kept the exact same one, just in the apple green colour. I couldn't bring myself to make him throw both away because the look on his face was just about a mile long, but I almost shit my pants laughing about the whole matter because I couldn't believe I had to explain this hobo, 90s boyband shirt into the donation bin.
I just read him what I wrote and he said very indignantly "It's abercrombie and fitch OKAY". Hahahah, yeah, okay. It's still shit-ugly. Heeheehehehehe.
He's having the most stressful night of his life because I made him re-organize his closet. Say whhuuuutttt!! He should thank me. Although I did make him refold all his tshirts a thousand times because they weren't all perfect and straight and the same size.
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