Oki, très bien; oki merci; oki pas de problème, oki ça marche. Just some of the many ways the French use OKI ^^ makes me giggle inside.
My day just started, but already I have so much to say so eff it I’m writing!
***CAUTION: this half gets really body conscious/personal (you have been warned).***
Oki so I ran to BHV to see if my dreamy black tunic was still there in my size (two years ago I was a 34 here and now I’m a 36…(insert scream here) it’s ok np, I blame it on my top heaviness…oki oki and an inch or two around my waist ^^) Anyway it wasn’t there…I guess it wasn’t meant to be. There were only 3 size 34s left…I couldn’t help it, I tried on the 34…I shouldn’t have done that…The top buttons wouldn’t even close…I mean I couldn’t even get them within 2 inches of each other. My bust was bursting out…ARGH! I don’t understand, it’s not like I have a lot of cleavage! Sometimes I yearn for the days when I was still a B cup =/ sometimes! Hahahaha. It’s better this way, I really can’t afford to be buying clothes anyhow.
This month like every other month it came and I had to make that trip to the grocery store. I picked the one that I went to yesterday; I remember one of the cashiers was a woman, score! I don’t like my usual grocery store because one of the cashiers always gives me the stink eye. As I walk into my chosen store, I see 3 male cashiers…GREAT! WHY WHY WHY ME!?!?!?! Oh well… The stuff is next to the milk…you can imagine the lack of space in Parisian grocery stores if you have to be next to the milk while you decide if you want regular or maxi…ARGH!
I proceeded with my walk of embarrassment to the register line. I had to stand there holding it with my bare hands…that’s all I was carrying…I know I’m weird about this type of purchase. It shouldn’t be a big deal, but it is to me. Don’t ask why, I dono. The cashier took a second look at my liners…ARGH! Just scan, pay, and run! =/ I stuffed them in my purse and walked away with my thizz face.
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