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I hate children. If I ever get pregnant I will stab my uterus over and over again with a rusty spork until it, and most likely I, are allgone.
After work I stopped into the ArtsCenter. I had thought that Sylvie was working; I was looking forward to seeing the mother I should have had and receiving a nice, matronly, warm hug.. but to my dismay it was Kathleen. Oh god, you have to meet this woman. I can't even begin to describe her. You wouldn't think that people like her actually existed, but they do. In a very bad way.
After that, Mother took me shopping for like, an hour. Which was nice of her.
I found the two sexiest bras ever. If you see either of them, let it be known.. 'tis (well.. 'tare) mine! Mother wouldn't let me buy them, because they are The Sorts of Things That You'd Need Help Taking Off. I said they were too comfortable and that I would keep them on for sex, which did not make her any more willing to purchase them for me. Or allow me to purchase them myself. Generally when this sort of thing happens, I get Da to buy whatever it is for me. I am trying to figure out how to namedrop that I am a 32B and that I want the one with the brown and the turquoise. I don't know how my father will take this news. I'll try at dinner.
And if that doesn't work I'll drive up there and buy them myself!
It's kind of wierd how two entries in a row have been almost exclusively about my boobs.
I hope you enjoyed it!
After work I stopped into the ArtsCenter. I had thought that Sylvie was working; I was looking forward to seeing the mother I should have had and receiving a nice, matronly, warm hug.. but to my dismay it was Kathleen. Oh god, you have to meet this woman. I can't even begin to describe her. You wouldn't think that people like her actually existed, but they do. In a very bad way.
After that, Mother took me shopping for like, an hour. Which was nice of her.
I found the two sexiest bras ever. If you see either of them, let it be known.. 'tis (well.. 'tare) mine! Mother wouldn't let me buy them, because they are The Sorts of Things That You'd Need Help Taking Off. I said they were too comfortable and that I would keep them on for sex, which did not make her any more willing to purchase them for me. Or allow me to purchase them myself. Generally when this sort of thing happens, I get Da to buy whatever it is for me. I am trying to figure out how to namedrop that I am a 32B and that I want the one with the brown and the turquoise. I don't know how my father will take this news. I'll try at dinner.
And if that doesn't work I'll drive up there and buy them myself!
It's kind of wierd how two entries in a row have been almost exclusively about my boobs.
I hope you enjoyed it!