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I am not the most well endowed girl in the world. In fact, I am a card-carrying memeber of the IBTC. It used to bother me. A lot.

Thankfully, growing up has also come with a healthy dose of body confidence. I now don’t give a damn about my breasts, or lack thereof. And thanks to miracles of science like the wonder-bra, I can still play in the big-leagues if I wanna.

In fact, on days like today, I am EXTRAORDINARILY GLAD that they’re proud, perky A cups. Because in this ridiculous heat, I can wear a racer-back v-necked shirt with NO BRA and not look completely indecent. In fact, I don’t look the least bit indecent at all. I look kindof like an 8-year-old boy from the waist up. And I’m not sweltering under an extra layer of fabric.

I think if you get close enough to my chest, you can even hear my boobs shouting…. ‘FREEEEEEEEEDOM!”

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I’m really not feeling well at all these days. Obviously because I haven’t been taking care of myself in the least. My body feels like I’ve been kicked in the junk 95% of the time. My anxiety is back, and I’ve resorted to medication that makes me feel horrible, but in a whole different way - and at least I can sleep when I take it. But I’d really rather not. It’s time to jump back on the bandwagon and be good to me.

Ended up talking with one of the spelunking students last night well into the evening. We’re both in the same field, and did the same program at the same university (though a few years apart). We geeked out over our jobs, and yakked about profs and friends that we have in common. It felt good to be around someone who’s still so excited about the job and the field - I need to find more people like that. I need to bring more people with passions I share into my life.

I think a lot about applying to go to grad school these days. The idea scares the hell out of me. Can I go back to living like a student? Will it amount to anything? Am I even smart enough to get in and go there? I don’t think I have nearly the confidence in myself that the rest of the world does. I used to. Where did it go?

I want to do something extraordinary. I feel like I’ve been coasting for too long.

Thanks for the idea Tony. Time’s up.

Back at it after a gruelling and ultimately awesome long weekend.

But not until after I stopped by my old place of employ to say hi to some of my old co-workers. The conversations went a little like this:

Former Coworkers (FC): Wow, you look fantastic! The new job must agree with you!
Me: Yah, I’m having a great time there!
FC: So do you have today off?
Me: No, I’m going to be there until kinda late tonight so I’m going in a bit later, and since I have the time I thought I’d pop in on my way.
FC: You’re on your way to work? But you’re wearing jeans and a bikini top!
Me: (smugly) Yes, yes I am.

Some days, it kicks ass to be me.