Evil Underwear Troll, who, I think, is a loner, doesn't come out as often, but every once in a while...he appears and wreaks havoc.
For example, my pirate undies were missing and just as I was about to give up hope and declare my poor undies lost at sea, they miraculously turned up...in the kitchen. That Evil Underwear troll is a master at psychological games, I tell you. He stays dormant just long enough for me to get comfortable AND THEN HE STRIKES!
Three weeks after I found my pirate underwear with the tupperware, my one pair of no-see-um lineless invisible man underwear went astray, right when I needed no panty lines! They still haven't turned up, dammit. I have panty lines!
Hm. Maybe it's not so good that I've assigned identities to what is obviously my own inability to deal with or keep track of my undergarments. But, hey, who wants to admit that they, for some reason, probably in a Dr.Pepper induced blackout, put their pirate underwear with the tupperware? I'd rather blame it on the Underwear Troll.
Random fits of interior design madness has led me to this site: Wicked Elements, which is a furniture store. For pimps, Las Vegas showgirls and Donald Trump. Go there, I beg of you.
I want the Lucifer chair!
And the Enchanted couch!
And the Vixen Lounger!
I don't want this, because if I happened to be wearing plaid pants and I sat on it, my ass would explode. Most everything else is super cool, though.
*Sigh* And now back to our regularly scheduled futon and folding chair programming.
