OH BROTHER!
Word of advice to sisters out there trying to stay cute. We know showing those awful panty lines through our stretch pants is an eyesore to say the least. So we wear those slingshot looking things called thongs. Man, those can be downright lethal. My choice of words to compare them to slingshots is not accidental.
If you sit with that particular bit of underclothing for over two hours without moving and it becomes uncomfortable, do NOT hesitate to pull the cursed thing outta your crack. If you can't do it cos of lack of privacy, go to the nearest restroom, deserted hallway, your car, anywhere private, and dig the damn thing out. The longer you leave that wedgie in there the deeper it wedges itself into your behind and when you finally get around to yank it out, no matter how gently you remove it, your screams will definitely make someone call 911.
Tip: I heard it's advisable to buy thongs one size up so that they don't wrap themselves too tightly around your rectum. If you have a lot of junk in the trunk like me, I'm sure it'll be a relief.

 
LIGHTEN UP.
I just browsed a few blogs of other people and realized that even though blogging is about sharing your thoughts, deep and otherwise, it's also about fun. Some of the funniest things I've read have been from other people's blogs. So, instead of the drama galore this journal has turned out to be, I'm going jazz it up a bit with bits of nonsense to. we laugh, we cry, know what I mean?

 
POST SCRIPT
It's amazing that throughout all that crap, Pete was the only one there for me. He was affectionate to the extent of driving me up the wall, looking back now, if I hadn't had him there to hold my hand, I would have gone nuts. In fact, the day Pete starts acting up like these jaquasses, I'll know it's officially time to give up on the male species, especially where I'm concerned. I know he's human and he has his flaws, but at the risk of jinxing it all, I doubt that he'll ever sink to the jacquass level. At least not for a while, or if I make him really, really hate me. But deep down, I think he's just not like that. No matter how he hates me I doubt he'll ever treat me any old way, except for payback or s'thing like that.
It's no wonder that after all the other jackasses did their about face, I wasn't even moved, and Pete was the only one I really wanted to talk to. I really hope I can get to feel even a quarter of what he feels for me. It would be a perfect marriage. He'll treat me to the point of worship. That's how he is. Too bad I just can't see it happening.

 
WHAT THE HELL.....?
Now I'm absolutely and definitely convinced. Something is going on. Something greater than me. If I didn't know it then, I do now. This life of mine, (if you can call it that) is mapped out in a series of patterns and numbers and rhythms and crap like that. I've always believed there are no accidents nor coincidences in life and everything that happens does so for a reason. Sure, a few isolated cases occur to throw the whole thing out of snyc, but basically it's the same. That's why there is a circle of life; history repeats itself; astrology, etc....
It's a throw back to my theory that William Shakespeare was right. He saw it first. "All the world's a stage and we're merely actors". I'm gonna add mine: This world is a stage and we're merely actors simply following a script called life. I have a very strong feeling that this production is written and directed by the same entity.
That said, pitiful as it sounds, I have to watch my life's patterns carefully and read from them. All this time, I've been doing it but also berating myself for allowing supersitions to govern my life. I guess I have to start opening up to the option that my figuring all this out and learning from it, might not be such a bad idea after all.
Thursday night, I dream I'm having a fight with Mill. Fri morning, there's a ridiculous fight in which he accuses me of all kinds of bullshit and I'm upset all damn day. Couldn't eat or think straight. I was like "I really thought I was thru with this crap." Thought I didn't care anymore. Guess I did after all. And almost everyone I came in contact with wasn't so friendly. Then come Sunday I feel renewed. Not from anything but simply looking at the facts and the rhythms and concluding that I have had two bad weeks and so at least Sunday shd be good. Guess what. Mill's attitude changes and early this morning, Ren, of all people called me at five am to tell me how much he missed me and talked some more freak talk and I'm thinking what is going on in hell? Seriously, what in the hell is going on? Now REN, the great jaquass himself, prima donna supreme, calling me to admit that he missed me and literally whining for me to get to the Burgh ASAP? Whatever happened to the guy with airs who refused to beg me to come? It's like the past few weeks didn't even happen. Same shit with Mill. After he did his about face, it's like the past coupla days didn't happen. Had me wondering if I missed something. Have I been having blackouts and shit? I mean, what the hell?