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For the record, instant risotto is not palatable. Ugh. I'd like to think I simply added too much water, but I don't think that's the extent of the problem. I can't believe I bought this crap to begin with. I guess I was just craving it -- Daddy used to make excellent risotto.

Today, my regular old self had a decent time. Worked on my polyficathon story this morning, with which I am mightily pleased, then decided to take myself out and remind myself that I can do things by...myself. So I went to see "The 40 Year Old Virgin," because my love for Steve Carrell knows no bounds. It was much funnier than I'd expected, and oddly enough, one of the most sincerely sweet movies I've seen in ages, due to a truly great performance from Steve and his leading lady, whose name I can't recall but who was just neurotic enough to seem like a normal person. The ending musical montage and the chest-waxing scene were worth the price of admission alone. Paul Rudd, the curly-haired guy, and the lady doing the waxing just lost it repeatedly, because Steve was really waxing his chest and that was real blood welling up on the bald spots and it was hysterical. Finally saw the "Serenity" trailer as well. I don't think anybody in the theater was a fan, because I got a serious confused vibe. They showed the new Disney golf movie, which I will be seeing because Shia LaBeouf suddenly got hot, and because I'm a sucker for scrappy underdog taking on the upper class tales. And something with Reese Witherspoon which looked stupid but featured Jon Heder in a supporting role. All around me there were gasps of delight, then immediate choruses of "Sweet!" and "GOSH!"

Then I went to the mall to try on clothes, in a fit of I Love My Body Right Now and This Wouldn't Have Fit A Year Ago. Except, the halter tops I loved didn't really fit, because the little triangles that form the bodices do not increase in surface area as the size goes up. Bra or no bra, my boobs would not be contained. It's so stupid.

"Carrington" came from Netflix. Yay Jonathan Pryce!

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Risotto's not that difficult. LMK if you want a recipe.

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That would be excellent.

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Sorry about the halter top, but think of it this way, at least you have boobs. That's luck there.

Yes, but apparently the clothing designers are not aware of it.

They aren't aware of people with small chests, either. Believe me.

I agree with

yoiebear. Sadly, I have the completely opposite problem...*sigh*

They make running unfun.

Yes, I too, have felt the doom of the triangles.

And on that note, why do triangle-dresses look so pretty on the hanger? Must I try them on, knowing they will not fit? I think all crappy clothing should be some disgustingly bright shade of green, and made out of spandex, to be a warning sign. :P

I KNOW! I'm all thinking "Ooooh, my arms will look good and there won't be any straps to slip off my shoulders," and then I'm foiled by the tiny triangles.

I want to see the golf movie, because of the British guy who looks a little like my image of Sherlock Holmes.

Also, I never saw the trailer with the Jon Heder role, but I suspect if I did, I'd go see it with Mel and we'd burst into "FRICKIN' IDIOT" at the same time. Because we're losers like that.

And I hate boobs. Especially mine. They... don't... defy gravity... although they certainly bounce. A lot. Unghhhh. Boobs, man. Frickin' hate them.

::burns all the boobs, figuratively::