I just sneezed midway through a mouthfulk of Triscuits, but managed to catch the Triscuit-mess as it flew from my mouth-- using my mouth. Probably the most silmultaneously supercool and disgusting thing I have ever done.

*shudders with delightful revulsion*

It's like Matrix phlegm!

I forgot to put on deoderant the other day and I haven't showered since. I reek!

I woke up this morning with a tremendous zit on my nose and popped it with a zit pad so that the fluid sprayed all over the mirror. It felt really disgusting, but at least the zit is gone.
Post 999... Now I get to decide where to put 1000. *ponders*

Elph reminded me of a time I was eating cereal, while sitting at my computer. I was about to swollow, but then I sneezed, and literally got cereal/saliva/milk all over my keyboard, monitor and computer case.

That was fun to clean up.

My little brother once made me laugh whilst I was eating yoghurt with peach bits in it. I snorted and it went up my nose; I wiped it all off as you would. But I blew my nose later, and a rogue piece of peach came out too...

My stupid cold has arrived once again. I blew my nose earlier at the same time my sister bumped into me, so I got this clump of snot the size of Nebraska stuck to my glasses and my hand. That was an absolute barrel of monkeys to get tidied up. Bloody winter and communicable diseases.

I walked around the mall for about an hour with no bra on, in a skin tight shirt. I think people noticed I wasnt wearing a bra, because I definatley got more looks from people....

On that note (of bras) I bought myself a new one recently- a big moment as I rarely find ones that fit perfectly- which this one did!

The only thing is though, it has a seam running down the inside of each cup which is very very irritating to the skin


So, back to the bra-shopping drawing board...

I smell.

Those kind also show the lines through t-shirts, Daria. That's never pretty.

I haven't gone out in public without a bra since I was 10. I even wear a bra to sleep when I'm staying over at other peoples' houses. By the time I got home from Lo's last spring, I ended up walking around my house for 4 days without a bra, just so the girls could finally BREATHE after that.

I might've gone without a bra to sleep if it'd just been Lo and her mom there...but her brother and his wife showed up. I'm incredibly paranoid about bras being supportive enough so it never looks like I'm not wearing one. I think I would feel naked stepping outside without one on.

I tend to go to sleep wearing a bra too, I'm usually more comfy that way. I think its more of me being paranoid about getting cold and then having my nipply bits show through, though. The mall I was at was sweltering so I didnt have to worry about that

And now that I'm reminded.... I'm down to two bras.... and one is kind of smushed and ruined so it has a perpetual line through the center of it, where there's not supposed to be a line.... grrrr. I hate bra shopping =(

I very rarely wear t-shirts And it is ok- it doesn't show through on other tops- but I know what you mean. It's just not nice.

Kitty, I can't believe you sleep in a bra! I'm not sure if it is an old wive's tale, but I thought it was meant to be really bad for the mammary tissue (ie- you're likely to get more saggy when you're older).
I hate having to wear a bra. I must admit there are days (only if I am in the house all day, cleaning or decorating or something) where I go without; I don't have huge boobs, so it doesn't really matter. It is a little embarresing when your brother's mate walks past and the house is unusually chilly

Its embarassing when your _brother_ walks by! My brother sometimes likes to comment on these things. Once he was like "Wow, you're uh.... blossoming *strange stare*" much embarassment....

And I'm pretty sure it is an old wive's tale. Its like saying "You wear jeans too often, you're going to have cottage cheese legs!" or something of the sort....
I hope ....

This subject reminds me of this guy I know who likes to wear swimtrunks instead of boxers sometimes, because swimming trunks have the little supportive net in them.... He says he doesnt want to be saggy when he's older

Mmm, how wonderfully incestuous.

Right now, I actually reek. Ever since eating a poached egg yesterday (which was quite delicious, I might add) I've been doing these awful farts. It actually smells like something has crawled up my ass and died. Too, the constant flatulence has made my jeans stink too, so I'm worried I will have a perma-stinky crotch.

Also, my hair is greasy.

Take a shower for the greasy hair and try not to eat any beans or cheese until the farts go away, little_bear. Bananas might help, but I could be remembering the wrong thing.
I've lately discover bra tanks. They're very soft and comfortable tank tops that sort of have the bra built in. You can wear them and look decent, but they also help keep you warmer than a bra would in the winter. They're not so great if you're extraordinarily well-endowed, but they're fine for me. I'll have to switch back to regular bras when it gets warmer, as my school won't allow tank tops. Bah.

I would be pretty creeped out if I had a brother and he mentioned anything about me "blossoming"

Yeah, I can't wear the camis with those shelf bras. They do absolutely nothing. I'd bounce around like crazy in those things.

When I was about 10, and I had to start wearing a bra...my younger sister used to constantly make fun of me. She was flat as a pancake, so she nicknamed me "Bumps" and started boobpunching me all the time. I had bruises for months until she finally stopped. To this day I still don't know why she did this.

I had a repeat of the air mattress incident right before Christmas, only this time I was sleeping on my sisters bed.

That sounds very unpleasant. I had that happen (to a much more mild extent, only getting at the top sheet and the undies, which were ugly anyway.) this morning, and while scrubbing the latter this scene occurred:

In a bathroom. It is around mid-morning, with sparse sunshine filtering through the high-set windows. A girl (me) is busy washing a pair of underwear in the sink. Loud knocking is heard.
Girl (me) :What?
Younger Brother: (through the door, sounding somewhat befuddled) What are you doing?
Girl (me): (put-off, mildly irritated) Guarding against Anthrax.
Younger Brother: Oh.

This might be a good time to clear up the fact that I was wearing an underbust corset that had a nice 'lift' effect to it.... And I had asked him how it looked and thats about all he could come up with. I think the next time I asked him about a corset he said "Next you'll be *insert name of world record smallest waist holder*"

I'm Back.

I used to get away with saying stuff like that until my dad caught on that I was being sarcastic. It only took him a couple of years.

My older sister used to call me "inverta-boobs" when she was 12 and had nothing better to do.
we call her BOAS (Boobs On A Stick) to get back at her.

I remember the day when my brother found out I shave my legs.
The conversation went along the lines of
Him-"Whose razor is this?"
Me- "mine"
"Why do you need a razor?!"
"My beard is becomming too noticable"
"Oh... What?!"
"Legs dearest"
"Oh... *moment of realisation* Ohh... How old are you?!"

My sister managed to mess up my razor when she was picking it up and looking at it to try to see what it was. She was quite confused when I reamed her out and ignored my rant in favor of asking what it was and why I needed to shave my legs. Honestly, she can't stand it unless she knows what's going on with my embaressing personal things.

The thing is, my brother was 17 when he asked me I also have a sister who is a couple of years older than him, and a mum who is very open about everything.

No one honestly cares about who shaves what in my family. We have boxes of disposable razors, and my dad is well known for shaving _his_ legs. (quite disturbing, acctually.... he also shaves "everything else" as my mom puts it.... ) So when I decided I wanted to shave my legs I just grabbed a razor and went at it.

I've got inch long hairs running up and down my legs. I have hair everywhere.

That is quite disturbing, Kitty. Most guys I know freak out at the thought of someone touching their manly leg hair.

I've gotten use to the fact that my dad shaves. But I was disturbed at first Acctually my ex boyfriend shaved his legs once or twice (hopefully now more than that) as far as I know. I was disturbed by that too, mostly because I was worried that he'd have the smooth shaven legs in the relationship !! (never did figure out why he wanted to shave his legs....)

I waxed a segment of my leg. I used to shave that little bit but waxing made it all smooth.

Pah, amature. My leg hairs are at least two inches long.

/spam

I keep wearing skirts and not shaving. I have a nice fuzz on my legs now, which I just cover up with a pair of legwarmers made from the sleeves of old sweaters....
Mmm ^^ Fuzzy legs.

My brother's legs and ass are gnarly hairy. He was paid ten bucks to shave his ass. First he had to shave one cheek and spend the next day having our friends compare cheeks. It was a disturbing comparison. That night, he shaved the other one. Matt never paid him the ten bucks. The hair grew back even gnarlier.

My brother shaves his junk habitually. He says it's like that of a ten-year-old boy. In contrast with the rest of him, it must be a disturbing sight.

On New Year's Eve my girlfriend was having problems getting wet, so yeah. After two painful failed attempts, the One Eyed, One Horned Flying Purple Virgin Buster was sore for about an hour.

I have a friend who likes the following: Getting hit in the nuts, getting bitten while his girlfriend is going down on him, boning his girlfriend while she's in knee socks, slapping his girlfriend on her face and ass, pulling his girlfriend's hair, giving/recieving grnarly hickies and bites and a mess of other things he tried to tell me about while I had my hands on my ears shouting "LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA!"

My girlfriend thinks my sexuality is weird. I think her sexuality is weird. This is an odd paradox.

How so? Ironic maybe, paradoxical, no

According to a buddy of mine, neither; it's just sad.

My brother woke my sick ass up the other night saying, "Bro, where's your stash of condoms? I need to borrow one."

A few times when I thought I was getting a bit too hairy I've simply got some of my (many) lighters out and just burnt as much body hair as I could away.

I like hygiene and I like fire. A match made in heaven.

Got to be really careful in places though. You really don't want certain areas getting sore.

Edit: Can't remember if I posted this before... but oh well.

Few weeks back I was eating some raisen cake. Yumtastical, you may well think!

However some went down the wrong hole and I ended up coughing a load up my nose.

For the next few hours I could smell nothing but cake. When I'd sniff I'd get crumbs in my mouth. It was awful.

Then at some point I sneezed and a huge raisen shot out of my nose into my tissue.

I was tempted to eat the bugger just to spite it.

But...Calantyr...burning hair smells really really bad!

Maybe you couldn't tell because your nose was damaged from the cake

Something similar happened to my brother. He, two of our friends and I were at Taco Bell and he was eating a grilled stuffed burrito. At one point, one of our friends said something akin to "that's asposta happen." It was dead silent until our other friend said, "...Asposta?" For some reason, my brother thought that was hilarious and in mid-bite, began laughing. A piece of his burrito got lodged in his nasal cavity ("I had a piece of grilled stuffed burrito stuck in my face!"). After several attempts to get it out, he finally coughed up a piece about the sice or a marble.

Burning off body hair sounds like an interesting alternative to shaving, but it would smell bad, it would take longer, and I'd probably give myself some horrible burns.
One of my fingernail clippings somehow wound up in my popcorn and I ended up chewing on it absent-mindedly for a few minutes, thinking it was part of a kernel. I accidentally swallowed one bit with the popcorn after I bit it in half and didn't notice until I pulled the rest out to examine the stubborn piece of supposed kernel. At least I keep my nails clean enough that it probably wasn't toxic.

Calantyr reminded me of this story my ex was telling me about one time he got really really drunk, and I guess he was stumbling around and acting stupid and his friends started to get worried (this is after waaayyyy too much to drink.... great time to say 'hey, stop' blargh) at any rate, they tried to ge him to drink some water and eat something, but he refused, instead he found a bottle of syrup (maple flavored....) and started drinking that. I suppose at one point or another he was laughing and got some out his nose....

At any rate, the next day he was hanging with his friends again and he keeps smelling maple syrup, and he's like "What smells like syrup?" apparently not remembering the night before, so one of his friends went over and sniffed his nose and burst out laughing because his nose apparently still had syrup in it....

These stories make me realize how I really never want to be drunk.

^seconds
Embaressing drunk stories never stop following you. There's always one drinking buddy who was sober enough to know what was happening.

But some of us never learn...

Ah, see I do stupid things without being drunk. I get giggly on air sometimes, and well, the bad thing is, I can remember what I did....

I somehow wound up with earwax residue and rubbing alcohol all over my neck when I sneezed whilst trying to use the rubbing alcohol to clean my ears out, and some wound up on the mirror. Curse winter and my sodding inconvenient sniffles.

I've never owned more than two bra's at a time.

I'm down to one thats way too small (the cup ends at the nipple) and one that would be perfect if only it hadn't gotten crushed at some point in time (one of thoes formed cup things....) I also have another one (I'm not counting this one because I cant really wear it with anything) that I got just because it was asthetically pleasing. It has crazy stitching on it that shows through shirts, and a zipper down the front. I'm allergic to the zipper.

I think its time to ask mummeh to take me out bra shopping =( *dread*

My mother took me to get "fitted" for a bra when I was 14.
Having some old woman measure you, whilst being so god damn self conscious (as most teenage girls are) is awful.

Saying that, she did find me a bra which fitted really well...

My brother has a friend who works at victoria secret (who I'm totally not intrested in....) but he's trained to do fittings ;P
I think it would be rather funny to walk in there and say "Hi Mo! I need bras!"

About the same for my first bra shopping trip. I was so embaressed when this pretty college-age girl walked in to measure me, but the bra I got in the end did fit pretty well. Mind you, she stayed in there and kept tugging the bottom of them to see if they were tight enough. Since then, I've refused to have anyone else in the stall and all my recent bras have fit well enough.

I didn't get measured for my first bra. I've never been measured professionally. Not because I'm afraid of it or anything...I've just never seen it offered in shops near me (middle of nowhere, remember).

I just grabbed some various sized I thought might fit me, tried them on, and went with the one that fit best. The end.

The shopping for bras is probably the least traumatic thing I dealt with when I was a teenager as far as boob stuff goes. But maybe that's because when I was 10 my mom just sort of took it upon herself to say I needed one and took me...then took me for new ones whenever I needed without me having to bring it up ever that I remember.

More traumatic was that the only other girl in my class who even wore one had been held back a year. It was a very novel thing when I was that age. So all the guys would pat me on the back, say something about how I'd done something well in PE or some such nonsense, then snerk to each other cause they felt my bra strap. That part I remember hating, and I think it's when I developed really bad posture in an attempt to hide them.

But actual bra shopping...what's the big deal? It's not like your mom doesn't need bras too (most likely, anyway...if you live with just your dad, that's another story). I remember being mortified when I got my period for the first time at my great grandmother's house, but she just laughed at me and said she'd gone through more years of that than she cared to think about. Even that wasn't traumatic, after I actually told her and stopped worrying about it.

And as far as people measuring you...again, so what? They do that all day and probably won't even remember you tomorrow. It's like being naked in front of a doctor (though it IS a little weird to be having a pap smear done and the doctor and nurse are so nonchalant that they're discussing the scanner he got his wife for her birthday, or he strikes up a conversation with you about your major during the breast exam). In the end it's only a big deal if you make it that way.

See, I'm not able to shop at Victora's Secret, because they don't carry my cup size......

I just finished a packet of Salt and Vinegar crisps (Walkers, no less). During mid-eating, I dropped a crisp onto the bare glans of my penis (I was naked at the time; still am). Thankfully, I had just bathed, so my penis was clean. I picked up the crisp and ate it. However, the excrutiating pain as salt met penis was almost too much to bear. I was writhing around for a good while before resuming my crisp eating.