Sooooo I'm at home till Monday. I get back to school in the afternoon, since my first class is at 4:15. But I kind of forgot that my registration was supposed to be at 11 that day. Well fuckery. Hopefully none of my classes will fill up... I'm a little worried about the art class; word on the street is everyone wants into it. But I have confidance that the prof will let me in because I seem to be his pet lesbian among the seniors. That's right. Got the queer hookup. Breeders to the back of the line! Hee.
Went bra shopping yesterday. Good thing Mom is paying enough attention to keep me from being a wild, savage braless child, because I can think of a hundred things I'd rather spend my money on... But it's nice to have some skivvies that aren't falling apart. I took my 11 year old sister with me... This is the girl who is SO HUMILIATED at ANY mention of bodily anything. So I thoroughly traumatized her by grabbing bras of the rack and exclaiming things like, "Damn, this one's all squishy! It's full of jelly or something. Hey, feel it, Kerry! No, really. Feel it. C'mon. Feel the jelly bra. Do it. Go."
Man, bra companies piss me off.
"Oh, you're an A? You poor, poor dear. You must be so ashamed... Here. have some padding."
"What? No, thanks.. Actually I like my tits the way they are..."
"No no, sweetie. Poor delusional child. Here. Lots of stiff foam padding. That's what you need."
"No, really... Don't you have anything in my size without the crunchy foam shit?"
"Of course not! Why would someone want to leave the house looking all small-breasted?? Please, let us hide your shameful bosom."
et cetera, et cetera. In case anyone was unclear, that was me talking to a bra. (A very matronly bra, apparently.)
Anyway, I was going to write more of the story from the last entry, but this has gotten kind of long, so I'll just drop a little in. Since I know simply everyone here must be salivating for more brilliance by now.
So the lonely goddess girl, whose name is Mersha, I've decided, wondered where all the tuna had gone. The sea was quiet without them and her pears didn't taste as good in the silence. Then one day she caught a glimspe of something green and glinty causing a ruckus. Off the port bow. That's boat-talk, see. Something was devouring a large tuna fish in a very gruesome and messy fashion. Through the commotion she realized it was a mermaid. But not a little disney anorexic mermaid. This chick was green and scaly all over her body and she had some hips on her like whoa. Again, I cannot properly illustrate this so I'll use a retarded icon thing to demonstrate:
Mersha quickly stopped giving a shit about her sister's singing tuna.
Went bra shopping yesterday. Good thing Mom is paying enough attention to keep me from being a wild, savage braless child, because I can think of a hundred things I'd rather spend my money on... But it's nice to have some skivvies that aren't falling apart. I took my 11 year old sister with me... This is the girl who is SO HUMILIATED at ANY mention of bodily anything. So I thoroughly traumatized her by grabbing bras of the rack and exclaiming things like, "Damn, this one's all squishy! It's full of jelly or something. Hey, feel it, Kerry! No, really. Feel it. C'mon. Feel the jelly bra. Do it. Go."
Man, bra companies piss me off.
"Oh, you're an A? You poor, poor dear. You must be so ashamed... Here. have some padding."
"What? No, thanks.. Actually I like my tits the way they are..."
"No no, sweetie. Poor delusional child. Here. Lots of stiff foam padding. That's what you need."
"No, really... Don't you have anything in my size without the crunchy foam shit?"
"Of course not! Why would someone want to leave the house looking all small-breasted?? Please, let us hide your shameful bosom."
et cetera, et cetera. In case anyone was unclear, that was me talking to a bra. (A very matronly bra, apparently.)
Anyway, I was going to write more of the story from the last entry, but this has gotten kind of long, so I'll just drop a little in. Since I know simply everyone here must be salivating for more brilliance by now.
So the lonely goddess girl, whose name is Mersha, I've decided, wondered where all the tuna had gone. The sea was quiet without them and her pears didn't taste as good in the silence. Then one day she caught a glimspe of something green and glinty causing a ruckus. Off the port bow. That's boat-talk, see. Something was devouring a large tuna fish in a very gruesome and messy fashion. Through the commotion she realized it was a mermaid. But not a little disney anorexic mermaid. This chick was green and scaly all over her body and she had some hips on her like whoa. Again, I cannot properly illustrate this so I'll use a retarded icon thing to demonstrate:
Mersha quickly stopped giving a shit about her sister's singing tuna.
anemotis:
I love your story! 