so my boobs grew again. i thought they were supposed to stop after puberty?? hell no, apparently. as if bra shopping wasn't difficult enough as it was, finding the one 34D left at the store was like finding a million dollar bill lying on the ground. and stupid me managed to rip my favourite bra, meaning it needed replacing. so off i go, with my trusty sidekick, and lo and behold, none of the bras fit. they all give me quadruple boob action, which, i'm sure, is super sexy and all, but i would always feel like i needed to grow another pair of nipples to match. actually, then i'd have an excuse to get some more piercings, so it wouldn't be all bad... but i digress. turns out the mammoths have grown AGAIN (which actually explained the occasional extra boobs in my old favourites). bah humbug. godzilla tits strike again.

 

 

and yes, i wish they breathed fire. at least then they'd do useful stuff like roast marshmallows and stuff.

yesterday a good friend (and coworker) of mine was brutally attacked. her fiance tried to kill her with the closest object to hand: a samurai sword. thank god it was dull, otherwise we would be without one of the best people i know. i still can't get my brain around it; it's completely out of left field, or whatever the saying is. totally unexpected, he always came across as a nice guy. and i know she wouldn't have stuck around if he was routinely a shi*t, she's such a strong person and would never put up with it. i can't even imagine what she must be going through right now... 

 

i barely ever hear of stuff like this happening in victoria, let alone to someone i respect and care about... it sucks.