I bought my bra top for this springs major show in preparation for my solo. Not only was it a pain in the ass to find one that is the right color combination but I also had to find one to fit my ridiculous size. I finally found a good one and it seemed like it was gonna work. I put it on today.
Totally tit show. It’s fucking ridiculous. I will look like a fucking stripper with breast implants next to everyone else. It’s so annoying.
Meanwhile they all complain because belly dance bras come in “too big” sizes.
AKA a B or C cup.
Don’t get me wrong, I like my body, I really do. A lot of people would love to have big boobs and still be skinny.
But it’s a bitch to find clothes. Especially sparkly belly dance bras.
it was amazing…very revealing. She knew a lot about me. She told me how I absorb peoples emotions, letting them affect me. I can physically feel others pain. She told me I was a good listener and very understanding. She told me I would have kids and they would always trust me for advice. She told me (and no one else, as she said it’s not something everyone has) that I have a soulmate. She told me how music was very important to me and how it was a way to release my emotions and she told me to start playing my musical instruments again. She said a lot of other things. It gave me inspiration to change a lot of my habits and things about my life.
For awhile I’ve been noticing an almost addictive like need to go on the computer, check here, check emails, play mindless games, online shopping, whatever. I end up wasting hours away on the internet. She told me I would realize an activity I was doing was “boring”. It’s this. I’m not gonna stop posting on here, but I won’t be on as much or on the computer as much in general.
My roommate decided to bring some guy to the apartment after I had retired for the night, so they think I’m sleeping or whatever.
I don’t care if she brings guys back. I don’t care what she does with him. I’ll judge, but it’s her choice. She’s been single for a month and confessed to me last night that she “hates being single”. She needs a man to “cuddle” with and “hold her”. I was sitting there like…
But whatever. That’s not the point. This is the issue.
Dude is being loud. I don’t know what they’re doing, schtupping, talking, rubbing, I don’t. But I just keep hearing this loud booming bass like sound and I have my goddamn sound machine on and everything. I shouldn’t be able to hear him.
Her old boyfriend used to come over and spend the night all the time. And I never heard them. Maybe a little bit of talking, but not for hours and not at three in the morning.
I’m waking up early tomorrow so I can go on a trip with friends. And girlfriend here does not do early well. Now I know for certain that I’m going to be exhausted and nauseous tomorrow morning. And if that fool, whoever it is, comes waltzing out, he will be getting the glare of death.
I actually hallucinated buying concert tickets. I was so convinced I had bought these tickets for next weekend and it never even happened. Well. I bought the Sebastian Bach one for real now and waiting to see if my sister wants to see Nick Carter before buying those (don’t judge me). I really don’t know about my brain sometimes…
The dude talking about moshers was joking. Hence the "play trust 19 times comment". I don't know what happened to the status image on your reblog, there was a status above it...
haha yeah I figured. But still, they can be a little annoying when they start to spread out of their mosh pit/circle whatever. Anyway, try and get front row at the show with a sign for Mustaine to see!