Quarter-Life Crisis Thought of the Day

My crappy apartment shares an alley with a paper supply company. Glamorous, I know. The Imperial Paper Company happens to be the distributer for a large number of major studios, like Disney, Sony, and Paramount. Every day (at obscenely early hours), these huge trucks lumber through the alley and park right outside my house. At first I thought it was cool. I even imagined stowing away in the back and hitching a ride to Hollywood Proper. (Despite it's deceptive moniker, North Hollywood is located a good fifteen minutes down the 101 from Real Hollywood. Thirty in traffic).

One bedroom, Imperial Paper Company-Adjacent.

Don't you wish you lived in this prime location?

I also briefly considered seducing a teamster just to get an 'in.' (Emphasis on "briefly." That was a desperate moment.) The novelty soon wore off though. I realized today that this proximity to gruff drivers in plaid loading up boxes of paper products destined to fill the printers of the more creative and better-paid studio employees, is probably the closest I'll ever get to show business. I wish that paper would eventually display words I wrote on it, but it seems doubtful at this point.

Sigh.

Angus, Thongs, and Full-Frontal Ranting

I'm so over thongs. Not that I was under them really. I just don't see what the big deal is. They're uncomfortable, for one thing. Basically a voluntary permanent wedgie. Which is fine if you're into that I guess. But my biggest problem with thongs is that they fail to achieve their primary purpose: to eliminate the dreaded underwear line. (I refuse to use the word 'panty' *shudder* or VPL since I loathe acronyms that you end up having spell out anyway. Why waste the time in the first place? I'm looking at you, Rachel Ray with your EVOO). I'd say 60% of the time, you can still tell the wearer is wearing a thong. It morphs into 'visible thong line' which to me is more embarrassing than people knowing you're wearing full, comfy underwear (I don't mean granny panties, but a little coverage is way better than none at all).

And yet this girl was worried about a visible panty line.

(It killed my soul to google 'pictures of thongs.' I wouldn't recommend it)

Thongs often stick out of the top of your pants, and if you're wearing a dress, it's often noticeable as well, depending on the fabric in question. The lines just go around your hips instead of under your tush. And why does everyone freak out so much about a visible underwear line anyway? Does it affect them in the slightest? There are children starving in Africa among other places and we're worried about panties? *shudder* At least we can afford panties! *shudder* So be grateful that we have enough disposable income that we don't have to go commando (which for me is completely out of the question. Unsanitary and even more uncomfortable). Speaking of disposable income, thongs tend to be more expensive than regular underwear too. What's up with that? Less material, lighter weight for shipping, and yet more moolah just for a fancy-looking wedgie. Boooo. I can understand thongs when it comes to sexy time. Because they're decorative rather than functional and are usually discarded fairly early on into the festivities. But as for day to day undergarments, the thong is kaput!

Thong despisers of the world, unite!