Before the official commentary of the day, let me share a few sweet bits with you.
The kind people over at StyleHive, has my profile in their "featured people" section, and that was too lovely! I woke-up to quite a few e-mails and new visitors. I really do love the ability to store my favourite shopping websites, boutiques, and stores, and of course designers in one place, and share them too!
My sweet friend Bree, who took it upon herself to battle that psycho for me (we call her Lil' Ali for a reason), is having a birthday tomorrow! One of our gifts to her, is a 4 day, 3 night getaway in Vegas! It's one of her favourite destinations -- but me I'm just trying not to melt. It's bloody hot here!
I leave early Thursday, but tonight and tomorrow promises non-stop partying, hold the drinks please, cause my liver can't take much more!
Drinks aside, my hypochondria has kicked in.
I've been having these terrible headaches since I returned from Ibiza. So, me being the hypochondriac I am, ventured over to the Radiologist Sunday morning (NYC never sleeps, not even doctors), and had an MRI. I wasn't the least bit bothered by the coffin like machine, it felt rather cozy to me. I was ready to get to the bottom of this newfound pain.
My doctor called me yesterday afternoon, only to confirm his suspicions -- I have officially lost it. He said I'm perfectly fine, and to chalk it up to hormones (impending period notwithstanding), and stress. He told me I need to "slow down!", so much for advances in medicine. Everything was normal, I was expecting something more disheartening than "woman issues" -- morbid I know.
I don't know why I always feel like I'm dying a slow death, something that my friend Pia always confirms with statements like "you are dying a slow death, just think you'll live until you're 80" -- all in her broken English and slightly unfocused eyes. I loathe her cryptic messages, but she claims to be of a higher order, so I half accept her statements as truth.
Which brings me to relationship habits and knickers. . .
My friends and I were having an in flight debate about never wearing your knickers more than twice. This is a term I coined back in college and it's stuck with every living being, that's ever heard me wax poetics about what this means. It's one of my golden box of goodies.
Never, and I repeat never wear the same knickers twice. It's imperative that you absorb this, that you follow this, and do your best not to be what I call a "dirty knicker wearer".
FYI: For those who may not know, "knickers" are undies, panties, or draws -- whichever you prefer.
Examples of a "Dirty Knicker Wearer":
Obsessive before the first date, so you wear that special oufit (take note of the knickers you choose)
Enthralled by the second date, so you step it up a notch -- which means you'll forget what knickers you wore.
In love by the third. You've lost all memory of your knickers.
And by the fourth date (if there is one) you're wearing the same knickers you did, when you met said individual. This is a sure sign it won't last, not to mention a faux pas, and nasty habit.
You haven't given yourself time to absorb the relationship. Think of it this way, if you wore those same knickers with ex -- what do you expect? If you believe that energy never dies, and all things have energy -- does this exclude your knickers? If you keep wearing the same nasty arse knickers from one partner to the next, don't whine when he or she is the same as the one before.
Knickers don't cost much, so why people don't discard, renew, and get fresh is beyond me -- since it's a relatively easy process. It's more than likely the cheapest part of your wardrobe to update, well unless you're of the La Perla set. Perhaps then you need to downgrade a bit -- Vickies always has a sale. And there is just no excuse for men.
So change your knickers often mates, wash them often, check them for holes, stains, and other unflattering shit, remember which ones you wore with that bloke or blokette. But, most importantly discard them after usage so the ability to repeat wear is gone.
It's not hard to understand, and I'm not being cryptic - pun is intended.
I believe, how clean your knickers are and how often you change them, is indicative of the kind of love life you live and have; not to mention the kind of lover you are.
Now, of course if you're in a relationship wearing the same knickers twice within a month is perfectly fine -- as long as they're clean.