People simply cannot stop talking about my boobs.
A few minutes ago, a guy from R+ night out told me how he knows people noticed me. And then added they at least noticed them. So I asked who, although I had a pretty good idea. How? Well...
Remember model guy? Probably not, unless you are a visitor of WFW's Cbox . Anyway, there's this guy, a model, who is a friend of the guy I supposedly flirted with on the R+ forum. That model guy wasn't there that night but he told me he has heard about my boobs. (???) I asked who told him but he didn't want to say. I assumed it was Xxxx cuz they are like best friends but I didn't insist. How are they such good friends is beyond me, since model guy is sooo boring and this other guy is anything but boring but uwwkey. (BTW, I dreamt of that guy the other day, during my afternoon nap. I passed him by, turned around while walking and smiled. That's all. But why am I dreaming of people I only met once in my life?)
And tonight this other guy told me how I was noticed and I asked by who(m?) and he told me to guess. And I said Xxxx and he said I was right.
Here comes the funny part: my boobs... NOT SO GREAT! In fact, I call them Freak Sisters because they are completely different. Their size is different, the left one is a cup-size bigger than the right one; I have to stuff right cup with pads to make them appear even. They are the source of my biggest complex. If I had the money and wasn't terrified of the operation, I would fix them in a second. So to have people discussing them... It's amusing but scary at the same time. Mostly because I have decided a while ago never to let another man see them again. Ever.
Is this too much of the real me? Well...
A few minutes ago, a guy from R+ night out told me how he knows people noticed me. And then added they at least noticed them. So I asked who, although I had a pretty good idea. How? Well...
Remember model guy? Probably not, unless you are a visitor of WFW's Cbox . Anyway, there's this guy, a model, who is a friend of the guy I supposedly flirted with on the R+ forum. That model guy wasn't there that night but he told me he has heard about my boobs. (???) I asked who told him but he didn't want to say. I assumed it was Xxxx cuz they are like best friends but I didn't insist. How are they such good friends is beyond me, since model guy is sooo boring and this other guy is anything but boring but uwwkey. (BTW, I dreamt of that guy the other day, during my afternoon nap. I passed him by, turned around while walking and smiled. That's all. But why am I dreaming of people I only met once in my life?)
And tonight this other guy told me how I was noticed and I asked by who(m?) and he told me to guess. And I said Xxxx and he said I was right.
Here comes the funny part: my boobs... NOT SO GREAT! In fact, I call them Freak Sisters because they are completely different. Their size is different, the left one is a cup-size bigger than the right one; I have to stuff right cup with pads to make them appear even. They are the source of my biggest complex. If I had the money and wasn't terrified of the operation, I would fix them in a second. So to have people discussing them... It's amusing but scary at the same time. Mostly because I have decided a while ago never to let another man see them again. Ever.
Is this too much of the real me? Well...
8 spoke back:
kristina i... Xxxxx zaljubljeni par kad se budu vjencali... i, molim te, ne spominji samoubijanje
Neću, neću.. ubit ću TEBE! hehehehe
super, sad me strah, necu moc spavat.
I'd get a boob job in heart beat! I am right there with you girl!
But I'm pretty sure you'd do it for different reasons, Nic.
Freaky Boobs: The Return!
DA DA DAM.
Doc, you make it sound like they are some kind of super-powers.
Horray for boobies!!!
Well, I've gotta cheer for someone's since I've got none of my own. And Kris, I don't care how much you hate them, I still think you've got a great rack. *wink*
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