giving me crap for my low-cut shirts. she says that when we go school-shopping, she's going to pick out my clothes.
btw, I still dress the same as I did before I moved. and now "my boobs are always hanging out."
HARD-LY.
is it my fault that I got stuck with these stupid things? Does she think I was sitting in the womb, thinking, "Ohh, I want HUUUGE boobs when I hit my teenage years, so that it takes an immense amount of duct tape and a team of trained and highly qualified professionals to hold them in place correctly"? nooee!! I wouldn't wish these on anyone.
anyway, they're pretty much useless.
xDee (pff.)
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