monkeymom's Diaryland Diary
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In which some people need to wear a t-shirt!
So. Long day. Not enough sleep. Back at work. I'm a bit tired.
Rachel woke me up at 12:30 to go with her to buy her books in DeKalb, and even though I was groggy on the way down, I woke up while we were there and was very critical of the clothing choices made by others and we had a few laughs. Like the girl in front of us in the parking sticker line, who needed to go up a size in jeans - and she wore probably a size 2, but was squeezed into something smaller - to prevent ass distortion and also bulge-over! Also, the girl who waited on us in the book store, just had so much going seriously wrong with her look that I don't know where to begin. First, choose a bra that fits, and does not cut across the middle of your boob with what I assume is a half-cup? That was just so ugly, but then she was wearing a very very low-cut, lace trimmed (for further exposure through the lace bit), tank top under a shirt that was A. too tight and B. buttoned up to just under the boobage, allowing the chest to create a shelf effect. The chest itself? Well, if it had not been so flabby-looking I would have guessed there had been some augmentation, because of the HUGE space between the bosoms. I mean, that was a space big enough to drive a truck through! The whole thing was just impossible to ignore, like an ugly traffic accident you can't look away from, or the sour milk in the back of the fridge that you just have to smell.
We had a great lunch at the Thai restaurant and then headed home, where Kelly was waiting to let us watch the pretty busy baby while she had a date with a guy she's been stalking for months. The baby wore us out, and also our dog. Whew, I was glad to get to work!
2:11 a.m. - 2005-08-17
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