Hi! Hi! Good morning! How are you? Did you have a good weekend? I did, yeah. Went apartment hunting. No luck, just several great reminders how screwed I am striking out as a broke single mom and looking for a 2-bedroom apartment dirt cheap but preferably with granite counters, thankyouverymuch. Came home reconsidering being born into this world. But then it was a gorgeous day and I had a few hours to kill so I took my doggie out for a walk where he promptly picked up all the ticks in a three-mile radius, and I didn't realize it until a day later. So, yeah, I've been walking around in my house cohabitating with all manner of parasites, oblivious. And then I bought me some new bras at Target so I don't have to spend every night bleaching the bloodstains out of the two the doctor gave me. You have no idea how cool that is, to be able to hop out to Target and buy a bra, instead of going to a specialty store and hunting down a bra that could double as a fishing net for tuna. And now it's Monday morning and I'm sitting here with my coffee, all dressed and ready to go to *gasp* HOLYCRAPIHAVEAJOB work, before waking the kid up. Right this minute, millions of other people are doing the exact same thing I'm doing. So, yeah. I may have a roof over my head, food in my belly, a nice cotton wirefree sling over my boobs, but the price of that security? Conformity. And that's when it hits me: Holy shit. It's Monday morning and I'm a Monday morning lemming.
Oh. Hi. Good morning. Go away.
Wait a minute. Target carries wirefree bras?! I've looked and looked AND LOOKED everywhere!
Posted by: Jt | June 01, 2009 at 09:24 AM