Saturday, May 22, 2010

I deflect thoughts about cancer with a fashion crisis.

So before my appointment the other day I was contemplating the fact that I would have to drop my pants again for a stranger. It led to a internal monologue vacillating about my underwear choice for the day.
I don't want anything to flashy (like superman manties) or on the opposite side too grungy, you know the pairs you save for when you need to do laundry. It was a real struggle. The pair has to be subtle yet refined, like Friday night out on the town underwear. Black; basic black. Its always sophisticated and classic. I may have cancer but I refuse to be judged for poor fashion choices.

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