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My Life Thus Far
2006-12-27 06:32:54 (UTC)

34E's

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Something is seriously up with my body. I don't feel like
getting into it in great detail, but I had Kara measure me
today and my usual 34DD's are now 34E's. That's a whole
other letter! You can see the difference, too. I'm busting
out of everything and it doesn't feel so great. Today at
the gym, I had to use my arms as an added sports bra,
because the bouncing was killing me. What the hell is
going on? If this is PMS, it's the worst I've ever had.

Work was so busy today. Aside from the half-million
returns that are expected the day after Christmas, there
was also a deluge of gift card redeemers (also expected)
on top of people just looking for the after Christmas
sales. We had all our gift sets 50% off (even I had to
snag myself one) and a lot of Body loungewear. I'm holding
off on buying any clothes for the time being. For obvious
reasons (I may not be wearing this size much longer). I
couldn't help but shopping a little today. I had to cheer
myself up. Why, you ask? I'll explain later. So, I bought
2 cotton bras (they stretched and held my sore boobies in
so nicely), a Desire gift bag (lotion, mist and body wash)
and a sexy little things sweatshirt in a large (just in
case). I feel happier!

So, the reason I needed to shop to cheer myself up, is
because Snookie dropped a bomb on me this morning.
Actually, it was a bomb first dropped on him, then on me.
I was at the Family Friendly Fitness Center with the girls
(so Snookums could run some errands), working out happily,
when he came in looking very melancholy. Turns out he'd
just discovered that the rumors were true. The ship really
is leaving on the 4th (of January) instead of the 16th and
he'll be gone until mid to late August. He's crushed. I'm
already emotionally prepared for the most part, but it was
still a little bit of a surprise. I don't want Snookums to
go, but I'm desperate to get back into my usual routine.
Isn't that terrible? I'm just not used to having him home.
I cope better when he's not home reminding me that there's
a countdown until he leaves again.

I'm sleepy, so I guess I'll be going for now. I had to
work my shift and a 4 hour on-call shift, too (9 and a
half hours today). None-stop at the register, so I'm
pooped. Ciao.




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