violate me like an animal, just like you always do...while the dark heart is dawning, and the sky is as black as you. and time keeps taking her time

first things first...i said i'd give a pic of my tat (shut it christophelees, this is the last you'll hear of them); yet, getting a picture of your wrist is kind of..well..impossible. it just kind of looks like my arm is free floating..and it's not like i have empty walls in my apartment.......

so i opted for this lovely pose:

and yea...it's tiny..but ya know what? you get the point. and you get an awesome view of my giant shnoz as well. HOLLA!!

in other fascinating news...my mother bought me bras.

normally, not so much of an issue when my mom buys me clothes. she does a great job, and goes for the awesome expensive stuff that i just don't torture myself with even looking at...ie. the lavendar cashmere sweater i'm wearing right now and the to-die-for gucci suit that makes me look forward to job interviews and meetings; however, you'd think that my momma....god love her...would know that i have giant titties..right? RIGHT?! i mean it's not like i sprouted them recently...it's been about, ohhh..i don't know...six years since i've pretty much had giguntor bazungas, and she's gone bra shopping with me before.

and she's been yelling at me pretty much constantly during those six years to cover up my boobs a little more and leave something to the imagination. not to mention her caveat for our new years function was "you can't show cleavage..i know it's hard for you with this big fuckers, but you can do it elka"....

but, apparently objects appear smaller than they really are when you're a mother (or a father...i mean my dad is stuck in a time where i was a "b" cup...which was an era pretty much done with when i was 15)..and my mom ordered me five bras from victoria's secret because she had mad discounts acrrued. and what size did my mother order me?

36C.

yes. a 36c. not even a 36d..nope...

36-fucking-c.

now, keep in mind here people...i'm a 36dd. (like you didn't already figure that out...), but, ever the one for constant amusement (and always loving a reminder as to how much i hate my body.)...i tried them on!

if i put my boob all the way, the bottom part would pop out; if i shoved the bottom part in, the top part would bounce out; if i got one in perfectly, the other one would pretty much be inches away from not being covered at all by the bra.......it had all the appeal of shoving a marshmallow in a keyhole..never really a good fit, but it maybe could happen? maybe?

okay no..but with a little boob tape and some leaning, my titties stayed put long enough for me to get this shot:

it's like their aching to break free...like they're going to burst out, i know. it's pretty though isn't it? all lacey, and virginal?

happy HNT y'all!