i went to target today to get clothes. i do not like clothes shopping now. i really really do not. i used to like it back when i was cute and i had a nice ass and everything looked cute on me. between trying on things i could look at myslef in the mirror and say "why, you look mighty cute!" i never did, but it was at least a possibility. i bought $127 dollars worth of underwear. it was horrible. i didn't know my bra size so i had to try everything on. i tried some push up bras, but they made me feel like i was being pushed, you know, up. i didn't have anyone there to turn to and say "are my boobs too up in this?" i don't have any girl friends and you can't ask a guy that kind of question. i don't think boobs are ever too up for a guy and he'd have to be in drag to get into the changing room anyway. it was a traumatic experience and i need time to sulk. i have to go back out tomorrow to forage for a sweater. i may be scarred for life.
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