for someone who feels like they didn’t do a damn thing today i sure as hell was busy doing it. the moment i left work, i turned to partner and said “i don’t think i did a damn thing today, but i wasn’t bored at all.”
only two more days of work until the Milwaukee/Chicago event of the spring. i am so excited that whenever i think of it my stomach hurts. i am perpetually 14.
boobs la rue is a girlthing that showed up at the bowling alley on friday. she was with one of the subs on the premium wood team. never have i seen someone so proud of their chest or so willing to fling it about for the delight of men who were not paying her. at one point her boyfriend said “everyone can see you got great tits, now put them away.”
but did she? oh no, she was much to busy bouncing up in down in the booth and standing up to stretch/bend over. even i was awestruck by boobs la rue, i couldn’t stop looking at them. they were a wonder to behold. i hope she tipped her surgeon well. i couldn’t tell if she was cute, not only because i couldn’t see past the breasts but because she was wearing more makeup than i’ve ever seen on a human face.
boobs la rue made me feel bad about myself and about being a girl in general. i can’t compete with shit like that and i don’t want to. so i’m not quite so sure why i feel bad. maybe because with girls like boobs la rue around nerdy fat girls with glasses just disappear into the wall, and if you’ve ever seen the walls at the bowling alley you’d see why i feel bad.
Hey, Supergenius. Just checking in. I even entered my name in the searchbox to see if you’d written anything aimed at me, but…
Hope all is well…
Not everyone looks for Boobs La Rue, jodi. You might not be able to avoid looking *at* her, but it isn’t the same thing.
I can’t help but wonder what everyone would look like without the “cosmetic enhancements”, hair dye, orthodontics, etc.
–insert British joke here–
I totally agree with mkh!
Don’t let the superficial distraction of boobs la rue make you feel like any less of a woman or feel bad about who you are.
Sure, she might get a lot of attention, but once the novelty wears off, all that’s left is a clown with a personality vacuum. But I hear ya–breasts have an amazing way of sucking the male intelligence completely out of a room. I feel bad that I probably would have been sucked in, too…and I know better. But it happens.
It’s sad when all a person has to contribute is their chest, and a fake one at that. You are so better than that!
Be the woman you are, keep fighting the fight, and be proud, because when it really comes down to it, my vote is for “nerdy fat girls with glasses” every time.