I'm downtown. Part of the way here, I saw my reflection in a window and noticed that the black lines on my black and pink panties are somewhat visible through my skirt. To make it worse, they don't fit well (too big) and are constantly crawling up my ass. I don't really care if other people see it. At least I'll give them something to laugh at. The main problem I have with it is that it makes m long for my old thongs. Well, I guess not old ones. But I got rid of them a long time ago. At one time they were all I wore. People used to always question how I could wear them. The simple fact is, once you get used to having a little piece of fabric there, it's plenty times more comfortable than underwear that ride up. At least it's designed to fit that way.

I just opened my own bank account. It's kind of funny to me since it was only a few months ago that I closed down all my bank accounts.

I have to laugh or I might cry. What am I doing? No, don't dwell on the sadness over what's lost. Smile at the hopes for the future. You couldn't ask for three people you'd rather go to Europe with. Things are looking up.

My biggest crime in life has been my honesty. But, I'm nothing without it.