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This is a random memory apropos of absolutely nothing. I feel like telling stories, so I might do it more often. It's at least a little better than the five hundredth quiz about Which House Do You Belong To At Hogwarts.

When I was about 8 or 9, I asked for unicorn underwear for Christmas. Yes, I was a boring enough child to ask for underwear for Christmas. Still am.

I had a set of unicorn underwear already. They were white cotton panties with a unicorn print, one in blue, one in red, and one in purple. And my mom knew exactly what I meant when I put unicorn underwear on my wishlist.

She took an old rag and sewed undershirts and panties for my My Little Pony unicorns. I got them in my stocking. And at first I couldn't figure out what they were. Then I got the joke. And I couldn't figure out whether or not I was amused.

I did get the underwear I asked for, later on that day.


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Aug. 21st, 2003 05:29 pm (UTC)
I want unicorn underwear.
Jan. 31st, 2004 04:31 am (UTC)
I want a) a unicorn and b) underwear for it.
Jan. 31st, 2004 05:19 am (UTC)
Do you not have better things to be doing right now than reading aged journal entries?
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