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Breastalicious!
May. 3rd, 2005 05:29 pmThis morning I had a quite vivid dream that I had gotten breast implants. It was a silent dream (no sound, no dialogue), so I have no idea /why/ I was getting the breast implants, only that I did. And it involved this total mad scientist machine to implant them. I then realized that they put them in incorrectly and it made my right boob totally lopsided. I was devastated. It was such a mess.
I find this amusing because I don't want larger breasts, not even a little bit, not even at all. If anything, I'd like smaller ones. Still, a dream about breast implants is GREAT conversation at the lunch table at work! It's taken a while, but soon they will realize how crazy I really am.
Also, I made a haircut appointment for Friday. At a real hairstyling place - Liquid in the South End. I can't afford a schwank haircut on a regular basis but the more my hair grows out, the more I look like a soccer mom. I want some hair, but I don't want a minivan! So desperate measures require a pricey haircut. I called them and said I wanted to make an appointment for Friday. She asked with whom and I explained that I was a new customer and didn't know who to see. She asked what I wanted and I said, "I want someone to cut my hair like a rock star." After about ten minutes of laughing she made me an appointment with a woman with a mohawk, but I had to decline that one because it was $45. I settled for a cheaper guy. Hopefully he can still help me regain some rock star status!
p.s. Said receptionist person stopped laughing when she took my name, and said, "Jude. That's a good name for a rock star." Well, DUH.
Confession of the Day:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
saltypony called me while I was eating lunch at work, and I didn't take her call because I thought she was cancelling our plans. No love for potential plans cancellations! Voicemail, suckaz!
I find this amusing because I don't want larger breasts, not even a little bit, not even at all. If anything, I'd like smaller ones. Still, a dream about breast implants is GREAT conversation at the lunch table at work! It's taken a while, but soon they will realize how crazy I really am.
Also, I made a haircut appointment for Friday. At a real hairstyling place - Liquid in the South End. I can't afford a schwank haircut on a regular basis but the more my hair grows out, the more I look like a soccer mom. I want some hair, but I don't want a minivan! So desperate measures require a pricey haircut. I called them and said I wanted to make an appointment for Friday. She asked with whom and I explained that I was a new customer and didn't know who to see. She asked what I wanted and I said, "I want someone to cut my hair like a rock star." After about ten minutes of laughing she made me an appointment with a woman with a mohawk, but I had to decline that one because it was $45. I settled for a cheaper guy. Hopefully he can still help me regain some rock star status!
p.s. Said receptionist person stopped laughing when she took my name, and said, "Jude. That's a good name for a rock star." Well, DUH.
Confession of the Day:
saltypony called me while I was eating lunch at work, and I didn't take her call because I thought she was cancelling our plans. No love for potential plans cancellations! Voicemail, suckaz!
