Boobs

So, yesterday, I went shopping.

It made me angry. And confused as to why they would be bringing in spring clothes when it isn't even the middle of winter yet. I don't really need any tiny dresses presently. I need warm, wintry clothes. Shits ridic.

I did however, manage to purchase bras. Three of them. I got fitted. It was hilarious. I hadn't been fitted properly since I was in my teens, and at that stage I wasn't exactly comfortable enough with my body to have someone putting a bra on me. So, she measures me(she was at least in her 50's), I'm still wearing my bra, all is perfectly comfortable, she comes back with a couple of bras, and I take mine off, she holds the straps open so I can slip my arms in, asks me to pull it down over my breasts, and asks me to bend over slightly. She then VIGOROUSLY jiggles me into the bra. So, I'm leaning over, looking in the mirror, watching a woman jiggle my tits into place. It was amusing. And productive.

I now own two red bras, one of the lacy variety, one of the....not lacy kind, and the CUTEST black and white gingham one with white lace at the top and it gives me AMAZING cleavage. Love it. So much. So good. Love my titties. Apparently I've gone down a cup size, which means a whole new world of bra possibilities has just opened up for me. This is exciting. So so exciting.

I'm going to try and blog every day I'm at work, because I like to pass the time, and talk shit. Mostly about things I can't really discuss at work. Like the pash I had in the lift earlier. Hot. Incredibly, frustratingly hot.