I have some essplainin' to do.
I DO NOT OWN AN iIPHONE. Yet. An explanation is apparently due, because I was excited and in a rush. XD
So, on Saturday, Wes and Mark decided they wanted to go see Cloverfield, which I had no intention of ever seeing. It’s just not my type of movie, to say the least. They decided to meet up in Burlington, and after I hemmed and hawed about what I was going to do for three hours while Wes went to a movie, he suggested that I go with him for the ride, and he’d drop me off at the mall while they watched the movie. FABOO, I said, and off we went.
The mall was JACKED. LIKE WOAAAAH jacked. And since I was alone, I decided to do the annoying things that aren’t fun to do when you’re with other people- finding the right size bra and the right size jeans, two things one generally avoids like THE PLAGUE. But here I was, with time on my hands, so I thought I’d Be Productive.
Went to Victoria’s Secret first, demanded a bra fitting from the very shapely sales associate (who would you rather trust with your tits, some skinny mini with barely an A cup, or a voluptuous mamacita with something like a B or C?), who proceeded to tell me that no, I am not a 36C, but am in fact a 34D. *insert me staring down at my unexpectedly large ta-tas*
I then tried on a few of their more popular styles. Verdict: the "super comfortable" tee shirt bra absolutely blows, but their full coverage Body by Victoria bras are FAAAAAAAABULOUS and now have skinny demi-style straps which I adore. And I tried on a sexy lacy bra that was remarkably comfortable, and I might even get one the next time I head to the mall. DOUBLE WIN.
Next, I ventured to the Gap and was met with an ONSLAUGHT OF PEOPLE. If the mall was jacked, then 90% of the people were in the Gap, holy hell. I grabbed a pair of size 10 jeans (which I was wearing at the time and had gotten horribly misshapen with time and washing), and then a -gasp- size 8, which I haven’t worn since at least high school. I tried on the 10, fresh from the rack and chock full of chemicals, and it fit, though it did gap at the waist. Then I dared to try on the 8, and LORD OF MERCY, THEY FIT. They were snug, but I could breathe just fine and do the trying-on-jeans squat, and with a couple washes and wears, they would be perfect. TRIPLE WIN WITH CHERRIES ON TOP.
At this point, the world is my oyster (lookit! I got bigger tits and a smaller ass just by going to the mall!) and so I wandered down to the Apple store (also crazy jacked), and proceeded to play around with the iPhone again. I couldn’t remember my biggest questions about it (aka: does it record the time of placed and received calls? does it record call duration? can I look that stuff up after I’ve made calls?), but I did get a few questions answered and tested out the non-WiFi internet connection (which was as expected, if not a little faster, kthnx). Believe you me, when I actually purchase an iPhone, it will be the Squee Heard ‘Round the World. And y’all will be some of the first to know. XD
Then I got a chocolate milkshake and shimmied my size eight ass and D tits out to meet up with Wes and Mark post-movie. And thus, why my Saturday was awesome.
...my Sunday, on the other hand. Well. Let’s just leave it at I’m more than a little crazy. For now, I’m trying to make it through the week in one piece, and I’m aiming wholeheartedly for Friday, when I get to escape down to the mystical land of Senexet, hidden in Connecticut, and refresh my soul a little.
So, on Saturday, Wes and Mark decided they wanted to go see Cloverfield, which I had no intention of ever seeing. It’s just not my type of movie, to say the least. They decided to meet up in Burlington, and after I hemmed and hawed about what I was going to do for three hours while Wes went to a movie, he suggested that I go with him for the ride, and he’d drop me off at the mall while they watched the movie. FABOO, I said, and off we went.
The mall was JACKED. LIKE WOAAAAH jacked. And since I was alone, I decided to do the annoying things that aren’t fun to do when you’re with other people- finding the right size bra and the right size jeans, two things one generally avoids like THE PLAGUE. But here I was, with time on my hands, so I thought I’d Be Productive.
Went to Victoria’s Secret first, demanded a bra fitting from the very shapely sales associate (who would you rather trust with your tits, some skinny mini with barely an A cup, or a voluptuous mamacita with something like a B or C?), who proceeded to tell me that no, I am not a 36C, but am in fact a 34D. *insert me staring down at my unexpectedly large ta-tas*
I then tried on a few of their more popular styles. Verdict: the "super comfortable" tee shirt bra absolutely blows, but their full coverage Body by Victoria bras are FAAAAAAAABULOUS and now have skinny demi-style straps which I adore. And I tried on a sexy lacy bra that was remarkably comfortable, and I might even get one the next time I head to the mall. DOUBLE WIN.
Next, I ventured to the Gap and was met with an ONSLAUGHT OF PEOPLE. If the mall was jacked, then 90% of the people were in the Gap, holy hell. I grabbed a pair of size 10 jeans (which I was wearing at the time and had gotten horribly misshapen with time and washing), and then a -gasp- size 8, which I haven’t worn since at least high school. I tried on the 10, fresh from the rack and chock full of chemicals, and it fit, though it did gap at the waist. Then I dared to try on the 8, and LORD OF MERCY, THEY FIT. They were snug, but I could breathe just fine and do the trying-on-jeans squat, and with a couple washes and wears, they would be perfect. TRIPLE WIN WITH CHERRIES ON TOP.
At this point, the world is my oyster (lookit! I got bigger tits and a smaller ass just by going to the mall!) and so I wandered down to the Apple store (also crazy jacked), and proceeded to play around with the iPhone again. I couldn’t remember my biggest questions about it (aka: does it record the time of placed and received calls? does it record call duration? can I look that stuff up after I’ve made calls?), but I did get a few questions answered and tested out the non-WiFi internet connection (which was as expected, if not a little faster, kthnx). Believe you me, when I actually purchase an iPhone, it will be the Squee Heard ‘Round the World. And y’all will be some of the first to know. XD
Then I got a chocolate milkshake and shimmied my size eight ass and D tits out to meet up with Wes and Mark post-movie. And thus, why my Saturday was awesome.
...my Sunday, on the other hand. Well. Let’s just leave it at I’m more than a little crazy. For now, I’m trying to make it through the week in one piece, and I’m aiming wholeheartedly for Friday, when I get to escape down to the mystical land of Senexet, hidden in Connecticut, and refresh my soul a little.