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.