Underwear, by way of introduction. October 27th, 2000 Why is this the underwear drawer? Well I just thought was kind of a neat concept for an online journal, that's all.  Because your your underwear drawer is where you stash all your demons.  All the private stuff that you don't want your parents to find.  All the embarassing stuff that you jam all the way to the bottom right before your new boyfriend comes to visit.  All the private valuables from your adolescence that you might find years later (tucked away under that dingy pair of granny panties that you never wear but keep around for contingency), the significance of which, years later, you can barely remember.  Here are some things that I've hidden in my underwear drawer over the years.  Though, to be honest, I have to admit to you that it was a combined underwear-and-sock drawer--it just doesn't sound as good when you say it that way, though.

My diary.  (How apropos.) A doctored report card to cover up the fact that I got a really really bad grade in tenth grade Chemistry.  Really bad. A crush letter that I wrote this boy in the sixth grade. I actually worked up the guts to mail that letter.  But a few weeks later, at a party, he gave it back to me.  (Remind me to tell you this story sometime.  I'll file it under "pre-pubescent angst.") A crush letter that I received from another  boy the summer after ninth grade.  He told me he loved me.  I didn't know what to do so I spent the next eight months pretending I didn't see him.  This is not the way to deal with things, people. A ring that I shoplifted from this store at South Street Seaport.  It only cost two dollars, but still.  Oh, the guilt. Contraceptives.  And, for a time, the empty boxes, because I was afraid that someone would see them in the trash if I threw them away.

What, you want to know more?  Keep reading then, you nasty little voyeurs...

A copy of that Judy Blume book, Forever.  Yeah, the book with all the sex in it. A whole stash of overdue slips from the library.  Kinda like how people accumulate parking tickets in the glove compartment.  I was actually really afraid that the law was eventually going to get involved, since it looked like I was STEALING FROM THE LIBRARY--I had so many overdue books in my room it's not even funny. A crumpled up copy of my PSAT scores.  I didn't do so hot.  I thought that my parents would forget that I took the test, but of course they remembered, and then I got yelled at for being sneaky.  (Don't worry, I made out but good on the SATs.  I know, you were concerned, right?) Cigarettes disguised in an Altoid tin disguised under a hideous pair of knee-high argyle socks. Much much more...but a gal's gotta keep some secrets to herself.

So here's the deal here.  This website is my online journal.  It's my confessional.  My secret life.  My underwear drawer.  Come by often, open it up, and peek inside.  I'll try to keep it interesting. xo Michelle

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