Bra-Vissimo!!!

Do you know what I like? Comfort. I like to be comfortable in what I am wearing. Be it jeans, jumpers, boots or coats, I like to feel comfortable. Even in knickers and bras.

The bra. Now here is a device that has undergone a transformation over the years. I've been living in sports bras and non wired bras for about 3 years due to a very inconveniently placed breast tumour. Don't worry, all is well. It was removed last year and was benign. Apparently I could grow another one back. Depends on what my breast feels like doing.  

The LGBT debate.....

We are such a cyclic species. Especially when it comes to things that bug us. People will always have a gripe about something. Poles taking our jobs, mixed marriages, religion, politics..... you name it, we will have a very formative opinion on it. At the moment it seems that the same sex marriage is once again in the cross hairs with the recent consultations that have taken place bringing it to the forefront of complaintsville. 

Gee Whizz, its been YEARS..... Gosh, how are you? *Mutter mutter*

Sometimes its easy to chuck the towel in isn’t it? Walk away. Turn your back. Mooch off into the sunset. Letting someone down is unbelievably simple. You stop extending out your hands and watch as they fall down in front of you. You pack up all those memories you shared and store them neatly in a box in your brain and think, well, it was bound to happen. Maybe your mind drifts to them every now and again and for a moment you mourn what you have lost. But calling them would be too awkward. Best to let it lie. Best to let them go. 

Waxing a lyrical or bedazzling Vajazzling?

I know I am probably hopping on the back of a long since sailed ship here but........ really??????Since WHEN did it become the craze to stick crystals on your FOOF?!?!?

*sound of head dropping onto desk*

First there was just your normal hairy foof.Then there was all manner of waxing, shaving, shaping, pruning, preening, conditioning...Then dying it????Now there are crystals!!. Honestly. I didn't realise that one's foof had to have a fashion sense?!

Don't worry I'll get that for you.......ARRRRRRRRRRRGH!

Have you ever had one of those moments, where you have just reacted on pure fear driven instinct? You know, those times where the 'edit' function on the video recorder of life fails because the button is all jammed up with childhood irrationality and the processor is completely preoccupied with extracting you from the life or death situation *ahem* you find yourself in? Well, this is exactly where I found myself this morning. And I sat pondering this whilst on the bed, with just a vest top on and a cold compress on my rapidly darkening bruised knee. I didn't have to ponder for long.

I'm a Eeeeeeeeeeeediot. And a fecking large one at that.