It's official. I'm a party animal. I've never been much of a clubber since... college, but now I'm hitting the club scene every weekend. And true to my words, I'm paying 50 bucks each time to learn how to hold my alcohol. Last night I drank sliiiiightly more than last week and I didn't hurl. Whoopdeedoo. I have a nasty rash on my right arm but it's alright. Next weekend will be better. As long as I don't party with some unmentionable people from last night. I thought colleagues are supposed to be chums and all, but some can be such asses. Or maybe I'm the ass.
Last night the stock price of my right nipple hit a new low due to over-exposure and publicity. Attention-deficient naughty little thing. I guess it proves a coupla things. My left breast is fuller than my right (like my left ear is lower than my right)... and I'm a woman. Because I was in a MNG lacey top. Not Nike. Not Diesel. Not some funky-too-young-for-my-age Japanese tee. Which I bought and not borrowed.
I'm starting to buy women's apparel. Oh the horror.
2 comments:
Wow, why right tits? Your left tits are much spongy. Over exposure of the wrong tits.
Of course you'd know better, dear... wait. I don't know who you are. And I don't give two hoots. Spongy seems like such wrong description for breasts. Or maybe your mum has spongy ones so I can't really blame you. And your teacher is real proud of your singulars and plurals.
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