I started wearing underpants. That’s right. Tobyjoe and I visited Vickie’s Secret this weekend and I spent 150 bucks on underpants. I’ll see if I can stick with it.
While there, I also picked up some of these. They’re great and all, but since I’m dieting (again) every time I wear the brown one, the one called “Latte”, I want to eat my own lips off. Kinda like that dog did to that French lady.
I’d take a picture of my own wet-lipped face, but the gratuitous self-portrait thing is starting to make me squirmy. (Unless, of course, it’s on a pair of underpants.)
Based on the title, you totally expected this post to be about something else, didn’t you? To quote the teenage mihow, “PHSYCH! FACE!”


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