Flourishing Leaf: February 2005

My house smells like burnt popcorn. I like popcorn and I by the microwavable bags of popcorn a lot, in fact I by them in bulk. Everyone in a while I get a dud bag.

One that just doesn’t pop. But this time is just sat there and burned. I had a roommate once who took one of those bags and burned the hell out of it.

The microwave has one of those buttons you push that says Popcorn, so it cooks it just the right amount of time. But she decided that it should take 30 minutes to cook a bag. It took a week for the smell to go away and months for the microwave not to smell of burnt popcorn.

I went shopping yesterday. I bought some new clothes and I feel that I need to lodge a complaint with the fashion world. I am not sure when it became fashionable to show off your cleavage.

(Something Hollywood produced, no doubt for countless men to be sucker into watch movies that have more then men shooting up each other or jokes about scotch taping a dead birds head on to the bird and selling it to a blind little boy) The clothing out currently all seems to accent that. So if you try to get something that fully covers you it is form fitting, so much so that large chested women find that you can’t fully button the shirt. You find yourself trying on XXXL shirt that have the shoulder seams down on your wrists and the bottom of your shirt at your knees, and while you can cover everything you are not allowed to breathe or the buttons pop off.

The shirts designed for the large chested are bound to give them a chest cold. And when wearing one I find myself looking down several times an hour to ensure I am fully covered. It reminds me of my junior high music teacher how would pluck at her shirt and look down it to make sure they hadn’t disappeared.

Now these clothes are not design for the small chest. They make them look like a 6-year-old girl dressed up in her mom formal dress constantly pushing up the selves as they fall off the shoulder. Needless to say unless I wish to wear clothes that are for the elderly, I am now the proud owner of several shirts that are cut lower then I am use too.

I know I am gonna get a cold. Sigh. Men never have these kinds of problems with clothes.

So laugh it up. I guess it is the only way to get you guys to watch chick flick with us. Just so you know I am rolling my eyes.