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Apr 10, 2006 20:22

So. My breasts. I got fitted for a bra and it turns out that my bra size is not, in fact, 38DD. My band size is 36 and my cup size is either DDD or G, depending on the bra. I have three new bras, two more ordered, and only one is in the house with me, right now. The others are with my luggage. Which came back on a seperate flight, two hours behind us. As this luggage also contained my awesome new book, Marz's present, my battle axe, most of my wardrobe, and my bra supplies (special lingerie wash and powder I've got to put on to keep from sweating, and developing those unsightly sore spots under the boobs- what a lovely thing to put in a place accessible to my significant other!) I'm not happy about it. It's also got my shampoo and conditioner.

London, by the way, was very nice. If you want to hear about it in more detail, call me with some free time. Or visit me after Thursday, which is when I will hopefully get back my 384 (roughly) pictures. (That's six rolls of 24 pictures and 6 rolls of 40.) What I will say here is that Stonehenge, while awesome, is far out-shadowed by Avebury, and that the Museam of London has one of the most bitchin' book stores known to anyone, ever. (This was just a book store, seperate from the gift shop, which I didn't go into.)

Memoirs of a Geisha is a really good movie. As is Ferris Bueller's Day Off. And books are very nice.
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