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alright. this entry may skim perilously close to the arena of too much information. consider yourself warned.

okay. so, as i was at the laundromat yesterday, i managed to make that wasted time go away by pondering how my taste in underwear has changed over the years.

age 17: cotton brief things, very fruit-of-the-loom, thanks mom. varying shades of pastels.

age 18: still mostly in cotton things, only now they're almost all black.

age 19: slightly festive things from marks and spencer. some have mesh. some are made of silky nylon stuff. still mostly of the brief shape.

age 20: i discover victoria's secret. suddenly, my underwear drawer is the candy colored antithesis of the bits of my wardrobe that the world actually gets to see. and i move on to bikinis and feel like such a sexy bitch.

age 21: discover string bikinis. swear i'll never need to wear a thong, and that i never will. still feeling like a sexy bitch.

age 22: it happened. i tried a thong, i may never go back. i realized this as i wore a pair of normal bikini underwear under these moderately tight pants i was wearing. for the first time, i was incredibly aware of the horrors of vpl, and how the thong is the world's best weapon to combat it. feeling now like the sexiest strawberry bitch cake in the world.

so, sad but true. it took five years, but i've become a convert. i officially rescind all strange and unkind statements i've made in the past about thong wearers. we're people too, dammit!

and there is your infusion of too much information for the day.

maybe i'll write more later, either after what i hope will be a very nice date, or after he calls to cancel it.

keep your fingers crossed for the former, eh?