i have *so* much to say. i just hope i don't get all carried away with one particular thing. first thing's first, stuart stuff... the new songs were, in order... sexy messiah, and nicola (i already said something about sexy messiah... whihc you all noticed... unless you're stupid. but whatever.) and... i had two more things about stu.... what were they?! damn it all. maybe i'll remember later. uh... yeah... prolly not.
secondly... i don't remember what the secondly was! what's wrong with me?!
ok... fine, my day. i took allie to hills at 1, and had to go get her at 4. i cleaned the bathroom between 1 and 4... and talked to erin on the phone. then after i got allison, we (allie and my dad and me) went to design ranch (super cool store) and my dad bought me graduation presents. they all rule. like... these great little purses, and a trash can that is just.... damn spiffy, and a mini trash can to hold all my pens... and... some ..... other stuff. yeah. then, we went out and got chinese.. which was good... then... i took allie shopping. ok, now... here's the crazy bra story. if you don't want to hear about my bra then stop reading... and if you REALLY realllly REAALLY want to hear about my bra.... there's something wrong with you., anywho... i went to victoria's secret, and tried on some bras, all 34b, because i wear a 34b, sometimes even a 32b. but... gennerally 34. so i try some on, they all fit, but the sales girls are smothering me... and they keep trying to measure me, and i'm like "get away!" and then like... four sorority girls with boys came in and started being all loud, and i got all claustrophobic and had to run away. so i didn't buy a bra. so, later at target, i see this bra, and it looks comfy and like it would be very nice under tight shirts.... so i just buy it, because it's not too much, and it's a 34b, and i *know* that i wear a 34b. so, i get home, and put it on, at like... the smallest hooks (girls know what i'm tlaking about here...) andit's SO small. i nearly got stuck. so i twist around to see the tag... it's the right size.... i'm like... what the hell.... so i put the hooks on the biggest setting, and now it fits.... except for the cups. ... they're WAY too small. and i'm like "uh, i'm TOTALLY not a c cup... what is WRONG with this bra??" so... i just sort of... adjust... and it ends up fitting ok. so, i try a few shirts on ... and it's like... the BEST bra in the whole world. like... i love it soooooo much. yeah, weird shit.
so, now i'm back at home. and i'm out of chocolate. i should not be out of chocolate. not at this time of month. someone may die before the night is over. just don't do anything to piss me off, and you should be safe. unless you're just vaguely annoying or self centered or greater than thou... then i'll just have to kill you.
a piece of my nose just peeled off. i think it was just like... dry skin... since i'm not sunburned... but still... i worry when stuff like that happens. my lightly tanned shoulders are peeling as well. i'm really not a sun person.... anywho, i'm bored with this, and i want to go play with my new toys from design ranch... so, bye.
secondly... i don't remember what the secondly was! what's wrong with me?!
ok... fine, my day. i took allie to hills at 1, and had to go get her at 4. i cleaned the bathroom between 1 and 4... and talked to erin on the phone. then after i got allison, we (allie and my dad and me) went to design ranch (super cool store) and my dad bought me graduation presents. they all rule. like... these great little purses, and a trash can that is just.... damn spiffy, and a mini trash can to hold all my pens... and... some ..... other stuff. yeah. then, we went out and got chinese.. which was good... then... i took allie shopping. ok, now... here's the crazy bra story. if you don't want to hear about my bra then stop reading... and if you REALLY realllly REAALLY want to hear about my bra.... there's something wrong with you., anywho... i went to victoria's secret, and tried on some bras, all 34b, because i wear a 34b, sometimes even a 32b. but... gennerally 34. so i try some on, they all fit, but the sales girls are smothering me... and they keep trying to measure me, and i'm like "get away!" and then like... four sorority girls with boys came in and started being all loud, and i got all claustrophobic and had to run away. so i didn't buy a bra. so, later at target, i see this bra, and it looks comfy and like it would be very nice under tight shirts.... so i just buy it, because it's not too much, and it's a 34b, and i *know* that i wear a 34b. so, i get home, and put it on, at like... the smallest hooks (girls know what i'm tlaking about here...) andit's SO small. i nearly got stuck. so i twist around to see the tag... it's the right size.... i'm like... what the hell.... so i put the hooks on the biggest setting, and now it fits.... except for the cups. ... they're WAY too small. and i'm like "uh, i'm TOTALLY not a c cup... what is WRONG with this bra??" so... i just sort of... adjust... and it ends up fitting ok. so, i try a few shirts on ... and it's like... the BEST bra in the whole world. like... i love it soooooo much. yeah, weird shit.
so, now i'm back at home. and i'm out of chocolate. i should not be out of chocolate. not at this time of month. someone may die before the night is over. just don't do anything to piss me off, and you should be safe. unless you're just vaguely annoying or self centered or greater than thou... then i'll just have to kill you.
a piece of my nose just peeled off. i think it was just like... dry skin... since i'm not sunburned... but still... i worry when stuff like that happens. my lightly tanned shoulders are peeling as well. i'm really not a sun person.... anywho, i'm bored with this, and i want to go play with my new toys from design ranch... so, bye.
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