Since I’ve been losing weight, my weight seems to be shifting somehow, probably due to the unaccustomed exercise, and I seem to be carrying all of my weight in my boobs.

Yeah, I know what you’re thinking. Poor Trance.

There are problems with being a big-boob-ed-ed(this is how we say it in the ‘hood) girl, though.

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None of my shirts fit without gaping in the front, and I am really not that anxious to flash the general population.

NONE of my bras fit, and as a result, I have what I like to refer to as “double-boob”, in which my boobs hang over the outside of the cups and give the appearance of me having four boobs.

VERY attractive, I know.

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Not to mention the whole guy-staring-at-the-rack thing. I know I have a big rack, but for shit’s sakes, could you at least TRY to look me in the face while talking to me? Jesus. Even my father, as much as it chokes me to admit, has made a comment about my rack. That was enough to plonk me into therapy for another five years.

I would rather have my formerly small and modestly-boobed frame back. During the days of eighties’ modeling, I used to have to prop them up with tape in order to give the appearance that I had any boobs at all. Now I’ve seriously considered taping them DOWN.

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It’s a conundrum, for sure.

download Dangerous Liaisons dvd The J-Man is home sick today after puking twice at school. Hopefully it isn’t swine flu. He looks a little peaked, so I made him get off the computer and lie down, much to his chagrin.

Tonight is the big birthday party for my girlfriend V. at the local watering hole, where I will sing karaoke and generally make an ass out of myself all around.

Tomorrow night is the Pixies concert. Historically I don’t take pictures at concerts because I hate to bother, but I think tomorrow I will try to get some good shots of the band.

I really can’t wait.

Contract Killers dvd In other news, I baked about a thousand cookies for my stepdad’s birthday today, and it is taking every ounce of willpower I have not to go and stick my entire head in the Tupperware and stuff my face with their white-chocolatey goodness.

I will remain strong, though. I must.

My poor stepdad is allergic to chocolate, so I have to give him this small favor.

In still other news, I had a particularly hot and truly bizarre sex dream starring Nathan Fillion. I’m not complaining.

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Happy Friday.

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