Chickensh*t
Okay, I realize that the last four or five posts I've written have been all about my boobs. In fact, maybe I should change the name of this site to "The Great Boob Caper of 2006" or "Where's my Boob?" But seriously, this is like all that I think about. Even if I wake up in the middle of the night, I'll roll over and think... "In a couple more days I won't be able to sleep on my stomach for a while," or something like that. But today I thought of something. There is just NO WAY that I can chicken out now. Not now that I have told everyone in the free world that I am getting the surgery done. I have told friends, family, co-workers, the internet... I would be such a dork if I let all these people down. People are COUNTING on me to tell them all about my boobs. Or lack of, I guess. So I'm stuck, and there is no way out. I didn't say this before, but I did go and have a consultation once before, when I was about eighteen. I saw the doctor, the insurance company approved it, and everything was good. But when the doctor's office called me to schedule the date of surgery, I gave them a vauge, "Can I call you back?" and then I never did. Because I chickened out. I thought of someone cutting at me, at a very sensitive part of me, and I never called again. Until six years later, when the problem has only gotten worse, but now I have better insurance. Sigh. I should have just kept my big fat mouth shut. In other news... my apartment is like a burning inferno in Hell. I swear, it is so hot in there I can't stand it. We are on the second floor, and A* thinks that the people below us still have on their heat, even though it has been in the 70's the last couple of days. I don't know what it is, all I know is that it was over 80 in there last night, and that was with a fan in the window and both windows wide open. I laid on the couch in a T-shirt and panted, and yelled at A* to "do something!" because I was going to melt. I hate sitting in a puddle of my own sweat, especially when the most taxing thing I did all night was change the channel when it was time for America's Next Top Model. A* had to make a trip out for some ice cream to ease my suffering. It helped, but just a little. I may (will) need more tonight. And speaking of ANTM... does anyone else hate Jade as much as I do? That girl needs a serious attitude adjustment. I was so upset when she won the challange. I think she has an interesting look, but I just can't stand anything that comes out of her mouth!! Let me know if anyone shares this opinion... or am I the only one who will admit to this guilty pleasure?
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