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2002-11-20 : 5:18 p.m.
oh, yuck....
Listening to: Nothing really. (I�m at work.) Actually, I have a Subcircus song running through my mind. (Gravity Girl and Analog, I think it's called.)
Oh man... I just came from the bathroom... (sorry, but that's an intregal part of the story here.) And I noticed the horrendous excuse for a thong, I have on. Oh sweet jesus.... it's atrocious. It's made from that stretch-lace-mesh.... the kind they use to make back in the 80's, that Madonna used to make gloves and headbands out of... and worse... it's like a fluorescent turquoise... Does that color even exist anymore? Sweet jesus! (Well, it's obvious I wasn't paying very much attention... when I got up and got dressed this morning...) Why bring this up? Well... I can't tell you how many times... I've picked up this improper piece of apparel from my loot of under-roo's (or lack thereof- as my mother feels) countless of times out of my little drawer... and it's always been: "Hell on earth??? You're still here? Uuggh.." I think I've been doing that for years... I can't even remember how such a tacky piece of apparel came into my possession... What does this all mean? My social life needs to... SERIOUSLY, get back on track... I fear my usually-excellent choice of proper thong attire is suffering as a result...
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