"I definitely need more black clothes" I whisper to myself as I pile my black sweaters, skirts, pants, blouses and bras into the dresser. All my clothes are black and I can no longer tell them apart. They morph into a giant mass of void. The darkness radiates a bright black light as I am sucked in and become one with my black clothing void. "Definitely."
My level of sarcasm’s gotten to a point where I don’t even know if I’m kidding or not.