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Jun 26, 2006 19:28

Am feeling most aggrieved by the robing company, through whom's website I had to order my Graduation cap and gown today. One is required to enter ones head, height and chest measurements into an online order form. And because my chest measurement is a little over the average, I had to enter mine in a separate box, labelled 'special requirements'!

I have big boobs, I'm not a freak! Special requirements INDEED.

Am clearly going to look like a ridiculous walking tent..

I feel most distressed and frustrated, not just because of the robing nazis, but because I feel CRAMPED and STIFLED. I can't get up when I choose, eat when I choose, go out when I choose, or in fact do ANYTHING when I choose to do it. I can't even listen to the radio station I wish, and every time my Dad comes in the house after being out he barks, "Dorotheeeeeey?!" up the stairs, just to check where I am and what I'm doing.

THIS CANNOT CONTINUE.

Even as I vent my frustrations writing this entry, I have been told not to type so loudly..

But I'm stuck... Money really does make the world go round.

While I do not wish to dismiss my emotions as being caused by hormones, I think my feelings are compounded by the fact I have PMT.
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