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T by Alexander Wang bras

I've been away in Australia and Singapore lately and have neglected my bloggily duties and since I'm a lacy bastard with a very short attention span you'll have to wait a while for me to dig through the muck of images I have gathered from the trip. Anyway, I had some friends over for lunch today and as body image impaired folk per usual, we meandered upon the subject of boobies and boobie-size. As I have little to no boobs,the bras seen above are exclusively the style I wear and they are AWESOME, aren't they. My boobs yelp for pleasure at the thought of them. It's really either throwing obscene amounts of money at Alexander Wang or jumping right on over to freeing them from enclosure Hippy-style.

I have to start fixing my qualificatory paper for EST2000 now, which is a gigantic pain in buh-bom-pah-bum so I say welcome back to myself. Pat myself on the back for blogging again and leave you with a heartfelt angry dance:



Hare Krishna

Siren