I won't lie to you. I needed new underwear. Very badly. My recent promotion (well, couple of months ago, but it's starting to show up in my paycheck) coupled with Mr. Taxman's generous gift of my own money back allowed me to finance the purchase. Yes, finance, as I did put it on my credit card. Gotta build that credit rating, yessiree. What did I buy, to warrant a livejournal entry of its own making? Nothing much, but I haven't posted in awhile, so I thought why the hell not? Literally, since I subvocalize.
(Does anyone else do that? I didn't know you weren't supposed to do that. Explains why I read so slow, but what do you want? At least I taught myself how to read instead of waiting around like most of your lazy asses.)
One pack of underwear (remember what we were talking about) I bought has a pair with chili peppers on it and the other says "hot stuff" all over it. Not that I feel a need to boast, not by any means. If anything, as both a banker and a regulator, I believe in accurately disclosing necessary information upon request. Now I can do exactly that, but IN MY PANTS.
"Every day, I am forced to add another name to the list of ladies who find me hott"