Gee, I thought my coworker who has long calls with her husband discussing really boring things like which bus they will take for 10 minutes on end was bad.

I feel so guilty for not liking this woman. She is very nice, but boring and annoying.

My over-the-cubicle-wall coworker has frequent and extensive discussions with her husband every day about topics ranging from car insurance to what she's having for lunch to rather intimate details about their health. Drives me nuts, but now I can at least be glad that she is not also telling him she has a dirty, dirty mind!

At least he didn't demonstrate said dirty mind, but still! Not how I need to think about co-workers, and he's one that makes a point of talking to me, so I can't totally ignore him.

Timelies all!

Looks like summer has arrived here...with a vengeance. (90s and humid. whee.)

Okay, here's a thing I have. I would much rather see a visible panty line than such an ostentatious display of a lack of a panty line that I can't help but contemplate the fact that the person in question is obviously wearing a thong. A) Does anyone else spend way too much time thinking about this stuff and b) anyone agree?

Signed, god my brain is weird, but thongs are weird too and I do not wish to think about them when walking up steps behind you.

flea, a) you're crazy and b) what do you think of Venus Williams' solution (possibly NSFW, but technically SFW, just confusing)?

flea, what about the idea that they're not wearing panties at all?

Honestly, thongs don't bother me in the least, unless I'm wearing an uncomfortable one. Or someone is showing theirs wrong (I actually think Halle did it well one time).

Well, I can usually detect thong lines as well, if the person has any fat on their hips. Underpants are like bras and periods- everyone knows about them, so I don't know why we worry so much about it.

It is so hot here. I am actually sort of thankful I had to get rid of my leather couch because the cat peed on it too many times. In weather like this, I always felt like I was sitting on a warm pig. That thing HELD the heat.

Well, I didn't really need to see Venus Williams' leg-crease sweat, but boyshorts don't bug me.

I guess it comes down to, I don't want to think about other people's underpants. And somehow, not having a panty line makes me think about their underpants more than having one does.

Also, I think thongs are evil. Given the choice I'd vote commando. But I know lots of people wear thongs. Even people I respect!

I don't know why we worry so much about it.

They break the line! At least thongs, when the line is visible, break nearer the waist, and don't disturb me so much.

Today's bra and today's top don't go well together, and I really need to start using my mirror in the mornings. I've spent all day wrapped in my kikoye.

HMOG. I didn't leave work until 5:30. I was there before 8. I probably needed to stay longer, but I just couldn't take it anymore. It resumes tomorrow.

Had to turn on the ac upstairs. Just left it on while I was at the pool. Nicely, that was sufficient.

Am tired. And hungry.