Tuesday, February 7
plastered boobies
Ok so I saw my baby blue bra in my undergarments drawer and I thought, "Why haven I been wearing this bra? It's cute."
Giggles. Seeing how cute it was, I, the smart one, decided to wear it.
But in my head, I kept thinking that there must be a reason why I isolate this particular bra. I walked to the mirror and examining it if it looks funny. No, it looks all right.
Wore the rest of my clothings and start packing my school bag. As per normal, I went down, grabbed money from the bar table and off I go to school. Then suddenly, the reason why I isolated that cute bra came into my head or rather, woke my skin up. That thingy that is used to adjust the, how should I say this, tightness? of the bra, was "poking" my satisfactorily-shaped boobies!
Ouch. So what did miss smarty-pants do? Instead of changing into another bra, I pasted plasters on my boobies. One each. I'm mental I tell you.
Wouldn't it hurt if you're gonna take the plasters off? Of course it hurt! I took it off at night and oh my god, it's like having a bug stinging on my poor boobies. I hope the angel of boobies wont have any revenge all plan out for me for treating my boobies badly.
