I wonder if, when and if I move down to LA, like Mya and myself planned to, anyone will mind that I walk around in a T-shirt, underwear, and slippers. I'm sure Mya won't care (we've been friends forever, and seen each other in lots of compromising clothings), but if we take on some third roomie who's just there to save on rent and stuff... I wonder if he or she will mind.
It's amazing how you can take for granted something as simple as walking around in your underwear.
I also sleep with no pants or socks on. Because I hate it. Don't tell anyone.