Me Again

Still no pictures.

YET!

As most of my inspiration came from my pictures, so now I'm practically creatively retarded.

Anyhow.

Today, Jay was asking me why I slept late last night.

I, I reached home late from a birthday dinner, and to top that, I had to hand wash my bras.

Jay looked at me as if I'm speaking gibberish.

She's so lucky.

Her mom does all the housework.

Anyhow.

I'm dying to know is there any girl out there who is willing to throw their babies into a metal core spinning machine?

I know most of us are lazy.
Wait.

Me.

I'm lazy.

That's why I'm washing my bras late at night because if I don't.

I wouldn't have anything to wear the next day.

The idea of throwing your bra into the washing machine is outrageous.

If it's a scene in a movie, and there's this girl trying to wash her bra via washing machine method, you could probably see me jumping slow motion to snatch the bra out of her way.

Why I'm so caught up about this?

Because no way am I going to throw a 100 buck into a washing machine.

I know the sole purpose of wearing a bra is supporting AHEM(whatever you're having there), but it actually gives you a sense of pride when you're wearing it.

Anyhow,

my cup noodles are way over time now.

And and and,

finals are coming on next week.

And it will be a cold day in hell to see me putting my bras into the washing machine.