i was so glad a few hours ago when i was done cleaning out and eating a small melon that i dropped the container with the skins and seeds and gunk (technical name there right?) and the top came off. so i had a reason to take the shirt off and wipe the floor after i'd cleaned up the mess. i told Mom that i was putting the shirt in the dirty clothes and that the next time she bleaches something she can do what she wants with it. i felt like a mental institution prisoner the whole time i was wearing it. i wouldn't even wear that shirt to a vomitorium...