drunkencynic's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- that's what i want I just cleaned out my underwear drawer. Exciting? Not really. Memory-laden? Definitely. There was the lilac thong Thomas bought me and made me wear. I always hated that thing but I can't seem to get rid of it. The nylons he donned for me (explanation: I have a guys-in-tights fetish...you know, like Romeo?) in an attempt to cheer me up and distract me from some annoying thing he did. The tights I wore for our first date. Yes, they ended up in a ball in the backseat. Several pairs of tights that ended up in his backseat on numerous occasions. You know, I have a lot of fucking tights. Speaking of, I watched sections of Men in Tights yesterday. I adore that movie. I wish I could have been on the set while they were filming. :) "We're men! We're men in tights- tight tights!" I went shopping yesterday and today. I am so weird about clothes. Perhaps that explains why I wear so few. I have a few select pieces that I alternate. And sometimes I don't. I guess that might be considered a bad thing. I am hanging out with Heidi and JR again. I missed them a lot. We're so tight, we've all been through a lot together. It's really special. Still carless (that's carless, not careless, you idiot. Well, that too). Money is wonderful. When I have it. When I don't it's a sick joke contrived solely to irritate me. 4:30 p.m. - 2003-07-07 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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