today whilst off sick errm hermmm i went shopping.... the intention was to buy a cocktail dress for this bloody party... but curses i could not wedge me boobs into a single one (I do not understand people who want breast implants... it's hell when your boobs are big but the rest of your body is a normal size)... the depression brought on by the realisation that i am unlikley to find a dress unless i part with serious money for a tailor to take it in meant that i had to deflect my need to shop onto other items...

therefore I have bought myself a nice coat, pretty top, new jeans, sexy pencil skirt (to go with recently aquired shoes), a hat and some gloves.... all of these together cost far more than the damn dress would have and now suffering from shopping guilt... yet not so much that i will return anything... damn the boobies!!!

I also have an appointment in an hour to join a gym... ackity... i need to get fit but the place scares me... wish me luck with muscle bound crazy gym person