Saturday, July 30, 2005
I'm so tired...it's not even funny
Jesus Christ I never want to shop. Again. I'm doing it all from eBay from now on. Christ. Shopping 'til I drop doesn't even describe it.
Well...this morning started it all. I was showing my mom how I do push ups (because I suck), and I actually did them correctly, but all 275 pounds of Jamie really hurt her arms. I can't even lift them. Not even playing.
Then...it's to the Waffle House. I tell you, my stomach hasn't been that greasy since...well...right now, I suppose...
We WERE going to go see The Island/Sky High, but we shopped. God, why me?
We went to Dillard's because of a sale. I've never seen that many bras in my life. You know, I've discovered that bra makers believe that women have perfectly round breasts. And that they have no bloody idea what a "C" cup is. The last one I tried on was an A. I so completely fell out of it. I felt so large breasted. I enjoy that feeling. And I got a see-through one. YAY! It's so cute! And then I got like...a nightgown and a night "outfit"...by then I was pretty tired.
Went to Cato's. About passed out. Was looking for a suit top. Didn't find shit. But momma did. My GOD! I just about passed out on the floor. But I found a vibrating nipple clamp in SOMEBODY'S purse. She never used it. It's mine now.
Went to Wal-Mart. TWO HOURS! My GOD! I was so weak that I couldn't even lift up a notebook of paper! I mean...GAH! I can't even describe the torture this was for me. It's just...evil...just evil...didn't even get to see a movie -pouts-
Well...this morning started it all. I was showing my mom how I do push ups (because I suck), and I actually did them correctly, but all 275 pounds of Jamie really hurt her arms. I can't even lift them. Not even playing.
Then...it's to the Waffle House. I tell you, my stomach hasn't been that greasy since...well...right now, I suppose...
We WERE going to go see The Island/Sky High, but we shopped. God, why me?
We went to Dillard's because of a sale. I've never seen that many bras in my life. You know, I've discovered that bra makers believe that women have perfectly round breasts. And that they have no bloody idea what a "C" cup is. The last one I tried on was an A. I so completely fell out of it. I felt so large breasted. I enjoy that feeling. And I got a see-through one. YAY! It's so cute! And then I got like...a nightgown and a night "outfit"...by then I was pretty tired.
Went to Cato's. About passed out. Was looking for a suit top. Didn't find shit. But momma did. My GOD! I just about passed out on the floor. But I found a vibrating nipple clamp in SOMEBODY'S purse. She never used it. It's mine now.
Went to Wal-Mart. TWO HOURS! My GOD! I was so weak that I couldn't even lift up a notebook of paper! I mean...GAH! I can't even describe the torture this was for me. It's just...evil...just evil...didn't even get to see a movie -pouts-
