I have to admit that ever since I opted to sleep naked more often, that my natural comfort with nudity has increased accordingly. Granted, I still jump for the nearest pair of boxer briefs in case one of my roommates barges in -- they have a habit of doing that, the fuckers -- but whenever I'm in the clear, I usually let it all hang out. It's especially comfortable with an unpredictable A/C in the summer.

I guess it still begs the question. How comfortable can I be if I'm jumping for boxer briefs?

I've had my girl roommate urge me to put some clothes on; of course, she's the same bitch who prefers to kick back on the couch in her bra and panties, legs spread, and her hand resting on or near her crotch. (And you know, it wouldn't be a big deal -- to each her own -- but I don't find her attractive in the least bit!) I usually tell her to fuck off.

Carefree on the fringe of considerate, I guess I am.