Newest lesson I learned about myself and love:
When I am buying lingerie, it means I really like a boy, who makes me feel insecure about whether or not he really likes me.
Next time any of you get wind of me thinking of buying lingerie, tell me to STOP, drop the lingerie, and advance to the nearest bar where I have to buy a random guy a beer for $4. Do not allow me to pass go. Do not let me collect $200 (or, spend $200...).
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