First off, I would just like to say for the record, if a random stranger comes up to me in a parking lot, I will not talk to them....unless they're hott ;)
So I'm totally sick of seeing this burn scar on my hand (fyi- still on the hunt for an Ov-glove) so while I was doing my make-up this morning I decided to try to disguise it. Totally a better idea in my head than in real life. So apparently my hand rubs up against my boob A LOT and I never noticed. (This is partly due to the fact that I'm so used to it happening that I don't notice and partly due to the fact that I don't have much feeling around the scars) So with that, I now have make-up on my shirt right around the lower boobage area. Glorious. Naturally, live and learn. So with all this talk about boobies, leads me to my next topic....
It really irks me when I see girls with, like, maybe a C cup and people describe her with big boobs. Really? No. I would LOVELOVELOVE to be that size! So if a C cup is considered big, what the hell am I? Some sort of behemoth?! Fuck. Who gets a reduction just to have them grow back to their original greatness? This brute. I hate my boobs. They make me feel like white trash. But they're all I know. With that, I think its completely normal to hold things between them (i.e.: cell phone, camera, pens, Sophia champagnes) and to use them as an extra hand (i.e.: setting objects on them when my hands are full) Shit, might as well use them if they're gonna be all up in my business! Not to mention Oliver likes to lay on them. Which I must say, they are quite squishy; who needs memory foam when you got these ladies to lay on?! I'm just now realizing not everyone gets to experience these pros :)
Random: This morning when I was getting ready for work, I danced around in my bra and panties to Black Eyes Peas "Imma Be". It was amazing.
So I was telling Jason about this blog and he asked me if I talked about him. Duh. He also asked if I use his real name. Duh. He asked if I wouldn't and if I could call him something else. So I said, sure, what would you like me to call you? Muffin? Snoop? (he really hates it when I call him either of those, so naturally being the bitch that I am I do- all the time) He was like no, Tyrone.......(looooong pause and picture the completely serious/confused look on my face) Umm, no. So Jason will continued to be referred to as "Jason".
Furthermore, I think its really annoying when people make their "default" picture (on social networking sites) to be of them and their bf or gf kissing. And when I say that, I'm referring to one particular person that I keep seeing around every fucking corner I turn. It's almost haunting and I hate it.
That's all for now, so until next time...I wanna become the U.S. treasurer so my signiture can be on money. Wish me luck. Kisses.
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