Things I did today.
After my break down shortly after class, I dragged my butt to Target because I was getting very tired of having wet socks every time it rained on account of my sneakers' soles were so worn down they were actually... uh... falling off.
While I was there, I gave in to the fact that it probably really wasn't working any more to have every single bra attacking me in the throat with escapist-underwires. And also, not fitting. I'm not sure that they always didn't fit, but certainly, it's an undeniable fact now because there really is just boobage escaping everywhere constantly.
In fact, if I didn't believe it before, the process of TRYING NEW ONES ON CERTAINLY CONVINCED ME. Why? ... Because the 40DD's didn't fit. (The ones I've had/bought over the past three years prior, were 38DDs.) I mean, in that way that it's not just because they're jostling around a lot, but actually in fact are bigger than the cups. Grrr. I do not approve of this boob expansionism! Now see here boobs! You stop this right now!
... So I wandered into the bras/panties section, and went in search of the larger sizes (why do they even sell a-cup juniors? I don't understand.) So I found the "full figured" isle, and... You ever have that feeling where you're in amongst the larger bras that are all boring because they're so big, and you go, "Omg these are huge! They're like hats!" And then, when you try them on and are all, "NO! THEY'RE TOO SMALL WAAAHHH!"
... That's when you know your boobs have gotten bigger. Fyi.
I couldn't help myself. (This actually happened while in the store in the dressing room. I was just like, "Oh what the hey..." but I didn't have a camera at the time.)
So on to my quest for sneakers.
... Dear target: your concept of "women's" running shoes sucks. I hate pink. I don't particularly like white and purple either. Please stop trying to sell this shit to me. I actually got so fed up that I started looking for the men's sneakers to see if there was anything better. And you know what? They were too big. I ended up buying a BOYS size 6, navy and red running shoes. You know, it's not so much that I care about the gender of my sneakers, after all. ... But I had to find them in the kids' section. :(
I also got underwear. What a thrilling shopping trip.
I came home, told BF #1 that I had a shitty day. He insisted that I call. I proceeded to make a lot of grunting noises and then cry on the phone and refuse to agree to see him. I am the most fabulous partner ever.
After which, I spent almost two hours laying on my bed, flailing and screaming (singing) to Tori Amos until I was more or less too tired. ... And then I took pictures of a bra on my head.
While I was there, I gave in to the fact that it probably really wasn't working any more to have every single bra attacking me in the throat with escapist-underwires. And also, not fitting. I'm not sure that they always didn't fit, but certainly, it's an undeniable fact now because there really is just boobage escaping everywhere constantly.
In fact, if I didn't believe it before, the process of TRYING NEW ONES ON CERTAINLY CONVINCED ME. Why? ... Because the 40DD's didn't fit. (The ones I've had/bought over the past three years prior, were 38DDs.) I mean, in that way that it's not just because they're jostling around a lot, but actually in fact are bigger than the cups. Grrr. I do not approve of this boob expansionism! Now see here boobs! You stop this right now!
... So I wandered into the bras/panties section, and went in search of the larger sizes (why do they even sell a-cup juniors? I don't understand.) So I found the "full figured" isle, and... You ever have that feeling where you're in amongst the larger bras that are all boring because they're so big, and you go, "Omg these are huge! They're like hats!" And then, when you try them on and are all, "NO! THEY'RE TOO SMALL WAAAHHH!"
... That's when you know your boobs have gotten bigger. Fyi.
I couldn't help myself. (This actually happened while in the store in the dressing room. I was just like, "Oh what the hey..." but I didn't have a camera at the time.)
So on to my quest for sneakers.
... Dear target: your concept of "women's" running shoes sucks. I hate pink. I don't particularly like white and purple either. Please stop trying to sell this shit to me. I actually got so fed up that I started looking for the men's sneakers to see if there was anything better. And you know what? They were too big. I ended up buying a BOYS size 6, navy and red running shoes. You know, it's not so much that I care about the gender of my sneakers, after all. ... But I had to find them in the kids' section. :(
I also got underwear. What a thrilling shopping trip.
I came home, told BF #1 that I had a shitty day. He insisted that I call. I proceeded to make a lot of grunting noises and then cry on the phone and refuse to agree to see him. I am the most fabulous partner ever.
After which, I spent almost two hours laying on my bed, flailing and screaming (singing) to Tori Amos until I was more or less too tired. ... And then I took pictures of a bra on my head.