|Musings in the morning.
||[Dec. 8th, 2009|05:15 am]
Renegade Necrophile Princess
There comes a time when waking up at 4am just doesn't feel weird anymore. I've reached that point.|
A friend of mine at school asked me the other day what the first big purchase I was going to make when this was all done, and I could have a job again. She actually was surprised and shocked when I told her I was gonna buy tits.
I don't know why people think it's weird that I would want such things. I mean.. boobs might be nice. I could rest my cereal bowl on them in the morning..
I've done my research. I know what it would cost, and what I'd be getting into, and hell, pretty much even what size (No, sorry, I'm not going for D's) which would look proportionate to the level of hip/waist ratio I have.
You'd think after living nearly 30 years of my life flat-chested would give me reason to want to be able to wear a bikini top, or be able to fit into a nice dress I find at the store without having to compensate or alter. Hell, 99% of the time, I can't even buy matching underwear because I can never find a bra small enough for me.
In other news, I am seriously sick of homework. This will pass, I hope.
Good night, Internet land. Here's your Haiku.
Pipkin's Haiku of the Day:
R = Px,
C = F + Vx,
Not Multiple Choice.