fredericks

Heh. I've put all my clothing to wash. All my bras as well (I seem to only have one...? The hell did that happen?). For support (because, trust me, my puppies need support. At all times) I'm wearing a pseudo-tank with a bra band in it, one of those things that smaller-chested women wear when they want to go bra-less without going braless. The funny part? They actually *meld* my breasts together (visually, of course) so it's like I have one major uni-boob. It's unreal. And so bouncy! It could be a weapon, I swear.

You have to excuse me. I've been lugging these things around for eleven years. It's a long-term relationship sort of dealie. They very rarely surprise me any more the way they're surprising me now.

That, and I'm easily amused. I keep seeing me walking around as a superhero with my chest as a weapon.

Yes, I'm sleep deprived; how could you tell?