::head scratch::

[fredericks]

Why is it that when I'm convinced I look like shit and am the most hideous creature in the world, someone semi-decent looking stranger gives me an appearance-oriented compliment? Which one am I? Ugly or okay looking? Because I damn sure ain't beautiful. I spent the entire walk to the 3 trying to forget what he said and was only semi-successful. Stuff like that, far from flattering me, confuses me and makes me run the other way.

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Totally unrelated (or not; but they're not that impressive): why do my breasts always get in the way? It's ridiculous. They're fuckin' stain magnets. Spillage, crumbs, small animals (well, maybe not, but it seems that way) they all end up decorating my bosom. Dammit. Everything's against me.
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Because the e-mail reply notification glitch-fix thinggey they have going on I've been getting all sorts of replies to comments/posts from a couple of months back. Heh. All those times I thought people were slacking off and ignoring me they actually replied but I just didn't get notification. Such is life.

Comments

[quenya-tattoo.livejournal.com]

Boobs are "the shelf." Why we have "the shelf" is beyond me, but god knows it catches EVERYTHING...

[devoosha.livejournal.com]

I hate everything falling onto my chest too. Though I have caught myself resting something on them for a minute to free my hands.

*grin*

[fredericks.livejournal.com]

Though I have caught myself resting something on them for a minute to free my hands.

Oh that? Made me laugh really really hard. Moreso when I realized that I've probably done the same thing a few times myself. It's unconscious, and usually happens when I'm pressed for time.

Honestly, now

[fredericks.livejournal.com]

The nipples? Cool fun happy-happy time pleasure zones. The aureolae? Okay, also happy happy funtime places. The breasts themselves? Such a waste of body fat. The whole "shelf" idea does seem to hold water. I think someone mentioned to me the other day that the whole thing's a conspiracy by the Underwire Industry. They're right up there with the Freemasons, they are.

[gorzo.livejournal.com]

You already know my answer to your question, and I know little of living with breasts upon my person, so instead I offer this haiku:

A ghostly shadow
Always dances behind me;
I like the boobies.

Wow

[fredericks.livejournal.com]

That really is so very profound. I keep reading it over and over. You think that means I've lost my mind?

Oh-ho!

[fredericks.livejournal.com]

I found the perfect icon, at least for this moment in time. Feel free to appropriate it and credit jstgotwicked03 from adultswimicons.