Goodbye, form-fitting brown shirt from '97!

It was an Old Navy short-sleeve...looked SO good on me in the summers of '97 and '98...the brown perfectly complementing my LBI-tanned skin, the fit of the shirt effortlessly highlighting my gym-honed striking musculature. Yum...I was HOT! And then it kinda got put out to pasture, but I couldn't let go of it. Is that odd? Being emotionally connected to clothing? For TEN years, it has sat in my dresser taking up valuable room. Until now. I've let go, trying it on one last time before relegating it to the used-clothes pile for the Vets to pick up at mom and dad's. I pray someone ELSE can get the same vain joy out of it that I did! It's still in perfect condition, this cheap little shirt from Old Navy. Kinda funny...I used to shop at Old Navy ALL the time back then...but shunned it for years until recently rediscovering it again...to a smaller degree. But enough of that, this blog is all about how FUCKING HOT I LOOKED IN MY BROWN, TIGHT-FITTING SHIRT. Sigh. Of course, I STILL look pretty good...