When Your VaJayJay Has Crooked Teeth

[mzladymarie]

It's a social world these days.

With a single text message, a person can update their Twitter, MySpace, and Facebook status simultaneously, letting their entire social circle know that they are stuck in a bar, bombed off their ass, and getting felt up by some dude twice their age.

What with the advent of Web 2.0 and all of the various ways we have of

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[magicloaf]

You should hear the cell phone conversations I hear on the train to and from work. Talk about a captive audience! Fortunately, most people keep to themselves in that kind of environment, so I'm not likely to be asked to contribute to someone else's drama.

I've often dreamed of spinning a story like that to someone that I know I'd most likely never run into again. But, until such an opportunity presents itself, I'll just hide behind the earbuds of my iPod.

[mzladymarie]

You know, it's easy enough to write about saying things like that, but when the perfect time came along to deliver something as outrageous as the crooked teeth in my vajayjay, unless I was flat out tanked, I'd probably keep my obnoxiously creative side to my self.

That's the other thing about this social web of ours. We blog about things that probably wouldn't come out of our mouths otherwise. :P

[magicloaf]

That's kind of why I don't blog so much. I fear that I'm lacking that TMI filter, so I figure less is better than too much!

[mzladymarie]

Now you see my conundrum last night when wondering if this was over the top.