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| Monday, October 25, 2004 11:01 AM |
| Addictive properties of pink satin |
| by poppy |
I don't do well on days that I have school. I don't do well on Mondays because I have to leave the house shortly after 6 a.m., and for some reason I seem incapable of sleeping more than 3 hours the night before. (If anyone knows of a good sleeping pill, one that will allow me to get up and then immediately drive on highways, let me know.) I'm okay until about noon, and then I get really mean. I start cursing profusely. I don't even realize I'm doing it most of the time. I usually end up going to lunch with my buddy Leo, who reminds me by her (non-swearing) presence that I should probably not loudly speculate about a person's parentage or sexual preferences in public, particularly if I consider the two related. Today was especially hideous, as we have a hideous project due on Thursday (I'll complain about Thursday when the time comes) for our hideous instructor, and said hideous project can only be completed by going to an entirely different, hideous campus and, in today's case, getting a parking ticket from a hideously stupid parking-checker-man.
Only two things kept me sane today: baked potato soup and my new bra from gap body. This is by far the best bra I've ever owned. I love it. It doesn't ride up in the back or front (a problem for those of us endowed like blackboards), makes me look perky even as I'm cursing out old ladies in parking lots, and generally makes me feel like a natural woman. I have never been happier with an undergarment purchase. It only comes in pink and pinker, but I just may brave the fuschia and pick up a few more. I can conquer the world in this bra. I. Am. Invincible.
(This obviously is what happens when you combine sleep deprivation and cleavage. I'm sure it won't happen again... at least not until next week.) |
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