::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.

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*grin*

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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.