You know, I wouldn’t have to keep making these posts about bra shopping if I’d stay the same damn size for more than five minutes straight. Three months ago, or thereabouts, I bought a new bra at Victoria’s Secret, where they kindly informed me that I was a 40D, probably headed towards 40C. Okay. I […]
The majority of my books are packed up now–a few more still to go, requiring that I get more boxes. I even ditched a bookcase yesterday. Which is ultimately a good and neccessary thing. Unfortunately, it’s affecting my mood–the resulting hole in my apartment feels like a missing visual tooth, which at the same time […]
According to iTunes, the two songs I listen to the most are Tool’s “Prison Sex” and the Weather Girls “It’s Raining Men.” I swear that I am not as psychologically unhealthy as this might indicate.
Well, it appears that our advance scout has secured the terrain, and it’s time to form up the supply lines, by which I mean Carlota landed us an apartment (with separate bathrooms, a surefire road to domestic harmony) and I’m starting to pack. Books form the backbone of my existence, and packing them up is […]
I survived! It was rambling and strange and I haven’t had so many boob jokes made about me in the last five years, but it was a lot of fun anyway. (Squid’s a dear friend, and in his own diabolical and perverse way, good for my ego.) And if they can’t get their regular anchor […]