I just wanted to pre-blog (I'm going to clean up my room, then post about my shopping splurges today after work... Baaaad, Elisa.).
So, a few days ago, I decided to use my $10 off card on the new Victoria's Secret Miracle push-up bra and... Holy crap, man. I'm adequately-endowed. Of course I have those moments when I'm like, "Damn you, genetics!" But overall, I'm satisfied. They're proportionate with my small stature :P
But I tried on the bra when I got home (the same one pictured), and I swear I went, "Sweet Jesus! I have implants!" I don't know if I want another one of these. I feel as if they're a bit much, y'know? How can you buxom beauties deal with those things!? Years of practice? I applaud you for being able to deal with the attention, because after a few seconds, I felt as if I was sexually harassing myself. Oggling my goodies and what-not. I guess this will be my "Special Occasions Only" bra. I should've gotten the regular one, not the lacy one, because the lace on the edges tend to bend forward. It looks strange. Great OOOMPH factor, but I should've nixed the lace. Sexy enough without.
Alright. Enough of that. Gotta roll up the sleeves.
(Sidenote: For some reason, I was having random flashbacks of guys in high school telling me I looked "hot" in the passenger's seat of their cars (some sort of come on, possibly)... me getting annoyed/pissed... and thinking, "I'm gonna look even hotter in the driver's seat of my own.")