I was watching full house a bit ago. Michelle and Stephanie were dancing like all the kids did in the 90's. I thought to myself "Hey! I remember that!" and got up to try it. Needless to say, it didn't work. And it made my boobs hurt.
This is where my troubles truly begin.
If I had no boobs, I could do that dance. I could lay on my stomach for decent amounts of time. I could jump rope painlessly.
There are a number of things I cannot do because of my boobs, and if I do these things, it hurts me.
When I have to pee really bad, and I run for the bathroom, I hafta hold my arm over my chest, so they don't bounce around and hurt. This is probably one of the most annoying things. I can't run anywhere without having to hold my boobs in place.
Curse this chest of mine! Curse it, I say!
Sure, boys love boobs. They've got that sick fascination with them. Scott's cousin said mine were nice. :/ (and no, he's never seen them, he just assumed they were nice after seeing a picture of me. wearing clothes.) I'm sure they are lovely and all, but, honestly, they are just a handicap.
I don't care about the nutrition of my future children. I don't want these things anymore.
I'm sure this is very fascinating. :/