I'm going to be all over the place with this post because I can. Around midnight I realized I forgot to tell you about me vs. Old Navy. SHAMEFUL.
As you know, on Friday I went to the Anberlin concert and didn't get home until 12:30ish. But I didn't actually get into bed until around 2 because I have a compulsive need to put everything away, go through my mail, feed the cats, wipe down the already clean counters, etc. But I knew I wanted to get up in time for the Old Navy sale that started at 7 am. Because hi- fleece vests for only $5? YES FUCKING WAY. I decide the most efficient way to do this was to go to bed in my clothes; thus saving myself a step in the morning. Genius.
And this is what I was looking like in the morning, at approximately 6:15. Yup- makeup caked on still and my clothes were smelling like a bar. Fantastic.
Speaking of pants, I bought a new pair of jeans. I'm kind of feeling fattish again so I need to get back on the fuckmill. I mean, seriously- I have no excuse other than the fact pepperoni pizza rolls have been on sale and yeah. I like those a lot. So here's my new jeans (I almost typed out jew neans... haha) and you'll notice that I'm still curvy in the back. Yay for ba-donk-a-donk! And my boobs grew. Boo to boobs growing.
HERE and catch up. But this week when I've gone, I've had the awkward run in with an ex-coworker and then today? A lady who's boobs were sagging so much that her nipple was in perfect alignment with her belly button. I seriously couldn't help BUT stare because I have never seen that in real life. Tv? Sure. Real life? No. It scared the hell out of me. So dear readers- if my boobies look like they are trying to visit my vagina- SAY SOMETHING TO ME. But the whole time I'm trying to think- would you even really need a bra? I mean, if you got a lifting one you'd probably take a person out if you turned around too quick, ya know? Like how would you drive? I mean, obviously your seat would have to be back, but what if you had short legs? You'd have to ride the bus. But then your boobs would be sticking out in the aisle and people would have to literally brush against your boobs to get off. And that could just be awkward and possibly dicey. Anyways. Her boobs is what made my 30 minutes fly by. So I guess that was ok.
HERE to see the amazingness behind this shirt. I mean, it's kind of making a joke out of raping, but still. My favorite line: "And hide your husband cuz they're rapin' everyone out here". Oh man... good stuff. So you be jealous of my awesome shirt. I already wore it once to Target and this lady whispered to her husband, "What do you think is up with her shirt? It's kind of messed up." SUCCESS.