Sunday, July 18, 2004
Lazy Sunday
Just had a lazy Sunday - lazy weekend really... A friend had a 45th Birthday barbeque and so called round for that. She's not the quietest person around and doesn't always maintain positive relationships with everyone but for some reason I am one of her "voices of reason" and some way somehow we continue our friendship despite the levels of brutal comments I have made in the past (most recent at Easter "you do realise that your bullying of my housemate was mitigating circumstances for one of her assignments when we all worked together 3 years ago? Do you now understand why she never comes round?"). Well it was a gentle affair - me the chap 2 neighbours and child... The chap commented afterwards that occasionally he realises that his belief that he doesn't have that many friends since only 20 turned up to the last party he had may be a little flawed...
GM - the aussie who's party it was - is a bit of a professional Australian but is planning on staying here - and I have to sign some papers for this. Does this mean that I am truly in the realms of responsible citizens now? The grey that I found this morning (damn me for failing to die my roots every 6 weeks - 2 years of being unaware of my true hair colour broken in a 2 minute careful viewing in the mirror) would suggest so.
Last night was the wendyhouse - which was significantly more rock than Goth (good thing I'd gone for no wig then - hence the brushing out of hairspray and subsequent mirror inspection gray discovery) but most entertaining. Thoughts of making my own clothes tumbled through my brain for the 3rd time in as few weeks (in light of the recent reminder that I have a sewing machine because I did actually enjoy using it once and now perhaps again...) which brought to mind an old friend who designed a lot of gothy kind of stuff. Could I remember her name (hey it's been 10 years) no no no. The great god of coincidence hit as this morning bumped into W&J. Hey what you been up to recently? Not much working - oh and a wedding on Thursday. On Thursday? Unusual! Yes old friend and New Zealand H... Really? I knew an H from New Zealand years ago - designed really nice clothes... Yes it was the same lady! So I find the lost name and a chunk of my brain is calmed. Wonder if the quirks of fate mean we now meet again. That would be very very good.
Yesterday had a traumatic time - decided to get a better level of "enhancement and support" for going out kind of times. Hit an expensive kind of bra shop... 5 bras into the changing rooms. significant trying on, found a couple that seemed OK. Asked the assistant on the way out, " so if you have bits of flesh appearing above the underwear is this just back size too small or arm lard? She claims it's probably back size or cup size too small... I look down and say "I don't think so - like I'll ever make it to a B. "you'll be surprised try it..." Well 2 minutes later I'm back 34A, 34B, 36A of selected bra's in hand. I must have put those sets of 3 on 10 times each. Gave up on the strapless one (after 20 minutes of enhancing bra's anything else looks crap) . I couldn't be sure but I've gone for the 36A option. I think it was less fleshful than the 34B (and hey that would involve a whole re-assessment of my self image) but I suspect that pushupness, and gel just add to what clearly is an arm lard situation. All that not going to the gym has indeed paid it's toll. And what was the supportive comment of the chap when told the story? Shame! Shame? Why? fumble waffle indicates that if the B option had been taken somehow this would have been better... Thanks, some levels of honesty really aren't appreciated. I know I'm a flat chested bint and he generally fancies more buxom wenches but salt + wound a healthy relationship do not make.
GM - the aussie who's party it was - is a bit of a professional Australian but is planning on staying here - and I have to sign some papers for this. Does this mean that I am truly in the realms of responsible citizens now? The grey that I found this morning (damn me for failing to die my roots every 6 weeks - 2 years of being unaware of my true hair colour broken in a 2 minute careful viewing in the mirror) would suggest so.
Last night was the wendyhouse - which was significantly more rock than Goth (good thing I'd gone for no wig then - hence the brushing out of hairspray and subsequent mirror inspection gray discovery) but most entertaining. Thoughts of making my own clothes tumbled through my brain for the 3rd time in as few weeks (in light of the recent reminder that I have a sewing machine because I did actually enjoy using it once and now perhaps again...) which brought to mind an old friend who designed a lot of gothy kind of stuff. Could I remember her name (hey it's been 10 years) no no no. The great god of coincidence hit as this morning bumped into W&J. Hey what you been up to recently? Not much working - oh and a wedding on Thursday. On Thursday? Unusual! Yes old friend and New Zealand H... Really? I knew an H from New Zealand years ago - designed really nice clothes... Yes it was the same lady! So I find the lost name and a chunk of my brain is calmed. Wonder if the quirks of fate mean we now meet again. That would be very very good.
Yesterday had a traumatic time - decided to get a better level of "enhancement and support" for going out kind of times. Hit an expensive kind of bra shop... 5 bras into the changing rooms. significant trying on, found a couple that seemed OK. Asked the assistant on the way out, " so if you have bits of flesh appearing above the underwear is this just back size too small or arm lard? She claims it's probably back size or cup size too small... I look down and say "I don't think so - like I'll ever make it to a B. "you'll be surprised try it..." Well 2 minutes later I'm back 34A, 34B, 36A of selected bra's in hand. I must have put those sets of 3 on 10 times each. Gave up on the strapless one (after 20 minutes of enhancing bra's anything else looks crap) . I couldn't be sure but I've gone for the 36A option. I think it was less fleshful than the 34B (and hey that would involve a whole re-assessment of my self image) but I suspect that pushupness, and gel just add to what clearly is an arm lard situation. All that not going to the gym has indeed paid it's toll. And what was the supportive comment of the chap when told the story? Shame! Shame? Why? fumble waffle indicates that if the B option had been taken somehow this would have been better... Thanks, some levels of honesty really aren't appreciated. I know I'm a flat chested bint and he generally fancies more buxom wenches but salt + wound a healthy relationship do not make.
// posted by Bitvacuous @ 6:20 pm 
