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Bras - its a never-ending quest

Maritza at Newman Marcus was extremely helpful, but I'm between sizes. I'm convinced Victoria's Secret and Frederick make their bras small to pump our egos into thinking we have bigger breasts than we do. I'm a 34DD / 34D / 32E depending in make. Le Mystere is oddly shaped for my type.

At Victorias Secret, the girl said 32C and 34DD are sister sizes and that books are supposed to bulge and look like four. She offered to measure me, but I told her if a 34DD makes me bulge in the cup, and the band is too loose, I doubt shed find a better solution. She was persistent, which led me to believe she's not that intelligent. Down a band, up a cup - not the other way around.

John Quinones

John Quinones claims his constituents are racist, because they are not happy that he named a park after a puerto rican military troop. Being puerto rican himself, does that not make HIM ethnocentric? So really, who's the racist? The people who wanted him to poll students in the schools to involve them in the name picking? Or he who names it after something that symbolizes his heritage?

Ethnocentric Bastard!

Soundtrack my life

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Why is it...

Attorneys cannot work or function unless their assistants are in their offices, watching them do their jobs. They do not let their assistants leave their offices to get other work done. Then the attorneys get upset and accuse their assistants of not doing anything all day other than twiddle thumbs. Makes one want to say, "I have been working all day. I brought a document to you. You said to wait everytime I edged for the door while you were twirling your thumbs. About every seven minutes thereafter for over half an hour, you told le not to leave. Then you got upset that I was standing there, because you told me not to leave. You come into my office at the end of the day to ask what I've done all day then accuse me if doing nothing. I've done plenty. I've held your hand, blown your nose, wiped your rear, washed your dishes, made your coffee, ordered your lunch, paid for it and am waiting a month for reimbursement, cleaned your desk, sharpened your pencil, checked and stamped the mail, placated clients who have not received responses from you, and tried to leave your office several times to draft another document you won't read because your too busy playing on the internet and telling me not to leave your office while you essentially pay me to stand and watch you read things, check your phone, and tell me pointless and boring stories about your life this wasting approximately six hours a day not including lunch. Then you have the audacity to ask me why nothing got done. Did it occur to you how much effort goes into making sure you get the right sized ice cubes you requested? That your pencils get sharpened the exact way you wanted? Your paperclips are facing the direction you requested? Your travel arrangements for your personal life was made? Your children's homework was done? So, yes. I accomplished a lot today. I had to babysit you and play office wife, because you are insecure and needy."

I love when...

People insult you due to their securities then say you're the one with the problem. All the while, the only thing you did was kept your mouth shut, minded your own business, and moved on...

Elocution

"Ferry me across the water,
Do, boatman, do."
"If you've a penny in your purse
I'll ferry you."

"I have a penny in my purse,
And my eyes are blue;
So ferry me across the water,
Do, boatman, do!"

"Step into my ferry-boat,
Be they black or blue,
And for the penny in your purse
I'll ferry you."

Authorship

by Christina Georgina Rossetti (1830-1894) , no title, from Sing-song: a nursery rhyme book, published 1872

I sing when I'm the master of bating...

Why do people feel they need to pry into people's personal lives? It's none of your business if I've ever been married. If I've ever had children. If I have friends. If I'm dating. If I have parents. If I was adopted. What I do in my personal life on my personal time. If I pick my nose, dance naked, and sing when I masterbate.

For all of you nosey people, I was born to a peasant family in 1969. When I was four, I was sold into slavery where I became a sex slave. After getting pregnant and having my child sold, I ran away from my masters at age ten and found a pimp who I came to think of as a daddy. At age 12, I started smoking and drinking with my clients. At age 15, I turned to porn. At age 17, I was arrested and flipped on my pimp. At age 18, I taught myself to read and write. The next year, I put myself through school and got married, had four children, and was beaten every day by my alcoholic husband. Age 23, my masters found me, kidnapped me, physically and mentally tortured me, then left me for dead. Being shamed, I ran away after my escape. I tried to live a clean life, but dirty kept finding me. Age 24, I was in an accident and completely forgot who I was. I went yo school, got a degree, and found myself dating abusive men. The feds found me and put me in the witness protection program when they realized I was the victim of human trafficking. I tried to have a normal life, but no one accepted me. The more they pried, the more I withdrew. I was quiet. They did not trust or believe me. My memory slowly returned in pieces - flashes or what once was but seemed like a lifetime movie. Feeling lost and Alone, I turned to exotic dancing and, later, drugs. In an alley one night, I was found. I was asked, "Do you want to live?" I shook my head. Detox was difficult, but my mysterious savior did not allow me to die. Now I'm 42, and people don't stop asking questions. They feel they are entitled to my life. They want to know more.

Anymore questions?

Rude

A 67 year old woman tapped my head with something. I sternly told her not to hit my head. She laughed and did it again.

Seriously? Are we five? You do not go around hitting people on the head. Tsp the arm maybe but not the head. The fact that she laughed and did it again shows she's rude, immature, and disrespectful. It's not cute at any age to hit a head.

Reality check

What's real for you may not be real for me. You may have a loving family, a nice car, a great job, but do not refuse to accept that we are not the same. We may not have the things you have. You may not have the things we have. Do joy discount or invalidate me simply because you hold your life as the highest standard by which you compare everything else.

Some ethnicities believe that since they are emotionally driven, everyone should wear their emotions on their sleeves. That type of thinking is ethnocentric. Some races think that everyone else should behave exactly as they do. You are not the ultimate principles by which we must model ourselves.

You don't trust us, because we are quiet. You don't trust us, because we speak freely. Which is it? You can't have it both ways. You will never be satisfied unless we are all like you. We don't even like you, so why would we want to be like you?

You are ridiculous, inconsiderate, and racist. Someone said, "You should let people photograph you."

"Why?"

"To remember your life."

"There's nothing wrong with my memory."

"You should still let people take pictures of you."

"It is my personal belief system that prohibits my authorization of people photographing me."

"Why?"

"Do you question people about their religious beliefs?"

"Are you saying you won't take pictures, because of religious beliefs?"

"Are you questioning my religious beliefs?"

"I can't imagine your religion believes you can't take pictures of yourself."

"I can't believe you are arguing with me and basically telling me what my belief system should be and that I should how I should live my life."

"I'm just saying I don't understand why you won't let your friends photograph you."

"It is not for you to understand. You say you are a child of the church- a church that teaches us to accept others as they are, yet you are not accepting of me and seek to change me into your image. You are not my prophet. You are a hypocrite."

As you storm away in anger or frustration, just think of this: some people do not like you. You are lucky there are people willing to tolerate such a narrow minded sheep. We tolerate you, because we value ourselves. You do not accept us, because you are not intelligent in that dimension. People fear that which they do not understand or is not familiar to them. We are all unique individuals. We do not fear you. We do not place enough value on you to care!

Mind your own business and stop being close minded.