Taking the briefest of breaks from my paper (halfway done! Go me!), I must take note of my amusement at the number of comments I’ve received concerning my bust size and/or lack thereof. Of course, three of them were from my dad, as he accidentally triple-posted his comment, but still. It’s highly entertaining.

Anyway, WORRY NOT, Tanja! It appears that I can only wear the 32B in underwire bras (I’d never before found one that didn’t stab me in the sternum), and with regular bras, I remain a AA. I wouldn’t dream of wearing a B normally. So the Long-Haired, Flat-Chested Ex-Death Eaters have not yet snuffed it! I retain my near-concavity.

So, now that we’re on the subject of breasts, anyone have any guys they want scared away from their journals? XD I wonder if this is what “The Vagina Monologues” is like. Sam?