Thursday, May 01, 2008

I'm being held Hostage!

Ok girls, I know you all know the situation. I am being held hostage by my bra. But not just one of them...all of them. I'm not sure when they all turned on me. I know they are getting older and maybe feeling a little unappreciated. Their numbers are dwindling, there haven't been any new over-the-shoulder-boulder-holders in a while. I just haven't bought any. I've been trying to save money and make due. Apparently, this has made them angry.

I keep thinking that after a while a bra should be broken in and getting more jeans, but really when are they ever comfortable? They maybe are comfy for the first hour you wear them, but then the elastic starts rubbing and the wire starts poking. I actually had to have my boyfriend cut an underwire out of a bra while I was wearing was stuck half in and half out. I don't know if it was going to try to stab me or make a break for it. And now as I type, the right side elastic is killing me and I can't wait for the second that I release those pain in the ass hooks and peel this torture device off of me. Ahhh...sweet relief!

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