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I just love me some BoobBlog .  I always knew boobs were my thing.  I remember back in grade 5 in Melbourne at my anglo saxon inner eastern suburbs primary school, doing a project on the heart, and discovering in the encyclopaedia a picture of naked women at various stages of development.  My own heart fluttered as my eyes scoped out the boobs.  I remember saying "I can't wait 'till mine look like that".  At that moment, apart from arousing suspicion among my class mates, I knew boobs were my thing.

When I was in year 12 at high school, a particularly open and down to earth biology teacher was leading a discussion on inherited characteristics, and mentioned that in her family the women tended to have small, but downward pointing breasts.  I was stunned that someone could so openly discuss their body, and reveal very casually what could be perceived as a flaw.  It changed the way I thought, but also gave me much food for thought.

I'm not very close to my mother, and I have wondered if my breast preference is related.

The postman delivered yet another registered letter for our financially irresponsible housemate today.  These registered letters are from a collections agency, and they have been arriving weekly for about two weeks - this being the third.  Generally it appears that he gets these letters, ignores them, then sooner rather than later an actual live collections agent turns up.  I wish I knew what was going on, but only because I'm a busybody.

I also think that Tayler is about to announce that he's moving out.  Since we had our little discussion, he hasn't been home - instead he's been spending his evenings staying over at Dustin's, Adam's or who knows where, and only appearing briefly during the day - usually to do a load of washing or collect stuff from his room.  He has been taking rather a lot of stuff with him each time he goes out, and not bringing any of it back.  I also heard heaps of banging and crashing back there the other day and he emerged with all sorts of stuff he put in the rubbish bin - "just a bit of spring cleaning".

I'd be very happy if he announced that he was moving out.  Scott is starting another uni course soon, and needs study/work space for that, and we're cramped enough in our study as it is.  We need the back room! NOW.  I am sending subtle "move out" vibes as much as I can.

posted by: blytheswideshut at May 18, 2005 15:27 | link | comments |

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