Sooo bored. I did manage to accomplish a few things today, though. Paid some bills. Finished cleaning out my truck. Jason's off getting some new tires put on his car. *sighs* Still need to do laundry and pay rent, though. And, my most recent paycheck was from a week where I got jerked around. So, not as good as I'd like. : (

I de-fragmented my computer. But, honestly, I think I'd rather copy my data and then wipe and re-boot my computer. Mmm... decisions, decisions... *huffs* Anyway. That's all I have for today.

Well... I finally reached one of my personal goals this weekend....

I went to Victoria's Secret and actually got measured, both being a first for me. And, how is that upsetting, you ask? Well, first, like I've said, I've never been measured for a bra before in my life and I'm now 28yrs old. I found out yesterday that I am in fact a 32D. "Nice" some of you reply. No. It's not. Trust me. I've spent the last 10+ years thinking that I couldn't possibly be more than a C, and 32? really? I've been buying 34/s and 36's, depending on the bra. :O *sighs* Anyway, that shock over with, I take the nice girl's advice and start browsing the various styles, looking for something acceptable to go and try on. Now, I'm not much of a shopper. Set me loose in Hot Topic or Spencer's and I'll have a grand ol' time. Send me to Victoria's Secret, though... well... I was anxious to leave. And, the 2-3 bra's I picked would have been fine, but the lady in the dressing room suggested I try a few from their little box of "the best selling" top 10. Whatever!  I took them, thanked the girl, and locked myself in the room for the impending humiliation. Ohhh, boy was I right!

First, the damn things, despite being a cup larger than I'm used to were sooo unbelievably tight! I mean, HOW IS THAT POSSIBLE?! I either had trouble getting the straps over my shoulders (which is unheard of, normally i can't keep them on), or the damn thing made me look like I had 4 boobs instead of 2! Seriously, is this thing bigger or not?!

In the end, there ended up being only 3 OUT OF 13 that seemed to fit me decently enough. Then came the next shock. All three of these simple, cotton bra's .... cost... $50... apiece... *grabs paper bag for breathing*

Awww, come on! I mean, we're in a recession, right? WHO CAN AFFORD THAT?! Please! Tell me! If you can afford that, good for you! come find me and I'll slap you. *stirs in my anger and frustration*

So, after consulting my boyfriend on this whole monstrosity, I decided to only get one of the blasted things, as insurance, so that I wouldn't forget what friggin' size to look for next time I go bra shopping at a more SANE establishment.