:: Womit ::

:: Friday, February 28, 2003 ::

I`ve been in Japan too long. I have no clue who the person was who won the Grammys. What`s even more disturbing - I don`t care.

I have approximately six months of complete fucking stress to look forward to. I am not going to stop worrying about my application to Georgetown until I get a letter in my hot little hand that says Yes. And if it says No? You`ll find me at the nearest bar, drinking myself unconscious.

I NEVER question my future. Why am I so worried now? It`s because I want this so much I can feel my molecules vibrate at a higher frequency when I think about it. It`s...I`ve never wanted anything like this. It`s horrible, but lovely at the same time.
:: 12:03 AM [+] ::
...

The Underwear Post
This post is only about underwear. If this topic does not interest you, feel free to leave.

Underwear – things worn under. I like underwear quite a bit. Once I discovered that there were colors other than white, white, and white, I became a mad underwear shopping fiend.

Note the use of ‘underwear.’ I don’t wear ‘panties.’ Girls who wear ‘panties’ are asking for perverted old men to steal their laundry. No old man steals underwear though.

Anyway, back to underwear. I have criteria for underwear. I don’t just go around buying whatever is on the shelves. First off, women’s underwear is insanely expensive. One of my guy friends has pointed out that he can get six pairs of underwear that last years for the price of one of mine. Plus he doesn’t have to invest in bras.

And its true – not only is women’s underwear more expensive, if you’re not careful, you can end up with a really expensive dust rag. That’s why quality is very important – cotton lasts longer than nylon, double stitching at the legs and armpits, no cheap clippy crap on the enclosures. All this is absolutely required, and don’t even get me started about lace. Most lace is cheap.

So what kind of underclothing do I like? I’m sure this is a burning question in your mind. I like colors, specifically red and black. I like funky patterns. Give me my cloud covered bandeau bra and I can take over the world. I like matching sets, tops to bottoms and underwear to overwear. I like weirdness. I have glow in the dark skulls and crossbones on one set – an actual key and lock on another. But most of all I like comfort. If it isn’t comfortable, I’m not going to wear it. Ever.

Underwear is just so cool! You could be wearing jeans and a t-shirt, but have some mad corset contraption underneath and no one would ever know except yourself and whoever you want to know! I think that’s why I like underwear so much. No one sees it – it’s like an outfit under an outfit; two outfits. And no doubt you’re perving this into something else. It’s not that at all. It’s all innocent fun. I just like underwear. I like socks, hose, stockings, bras and underwear. I like them because they are accessories, yet they are vitally important at the same time. I like them because they are a secret way of expressing oneself. I like them because.

In conclusion, underwear is fun. Yeah.

:: 8:24 PM [+] ::
...

Ah - Valentine's Day. I fackin' hate Valentine's Day.

Philosophically my mind says - if you truly love someone why wouldn't your celebrate your passion every day? Why should one day alone be special? Why put the pressure on your loved one to live up to a high standard of romance and affection that you wouldn't do to that person on any other day? Is there something wrong with your love - is it mediocre on days that aren't Valentine's Day and therefore you must improve it in some way by going out on 'special dates' and giving baubles and trinkets and flowers which will die within three days? That's symbolic. And where's the 'saint' part? When did that get conveniently omitted from the name of the holiday?

The heart felt emotional bit says - Corruption of my favorite color. Horror stories that win "Worst V-Day Ever" contests. The nickname V-day which consistently brings up the word 'venereal' in my mind. Commercialism and exploitation of the greatest feeling a person could have!

Yes, I detest this holiday with a passion. Single or coupled, I despise it and, if I do happen to have a boy-toy in a cage on this day, I forbid him to do any "Valentine-y" things. Usually a greoup of us rent the most violent, cynical movie we can think of - Reservoir Dogs or one of the Godfathers is nice - and then eat popcorn and laugh at all the gore. That's how Valentine's Day should be "celebrated."

My final thought - die, Valentine's Day, die. The only thing that makes you worth celebrating is Powerpuff Girl Valentine's Day cards and chocolate covered cherries and strawberries...yum...chocolate...
:: 6:06 AM [+] ::
...