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Remember the story of the wisp of kleenex joyously flapping in my nostril? Well yesterday? Yesterday I managed to somehow get a price sticker stuck onto the crotch of my new yoga pants. And not just any price sticker...a price sticker from the thrift store that read '.25 cents'. Now that's some affordable cooch. I'm like the bargain basement of 'bunginas' (Finny's word - not mine). I have no idea how long I walked around like that because apparently I don't actually look at my crotch all that much. Which is comforting on some level. Yeah.