Jul. 2nd, 2007 @ 02:23 pm
I just wrote a haiku. I feel that it faithfully portrays my feelings at this moment:
I know not when that happened,
But ow! It stabs me.
oh I hate that! I hate when the wire ones work their way out of the fabric and stab you in the pitboob area, or when you are surprised to find out that your underwire is, in fact, an underplastic, and it snaps in two and jabs you all the livelong day.
Truly, great poetry comes from suffering... :)
|Date:||July 2nd, 2007 06:44 pm (UTC)|| |
I KILL BRAS. When things like that happen to me, I run out to my car and grab a big sweater so I can hide inside it all day while the broken bra hangs out in my purse.
That should totally be your myspace slogan. "Acacia Sears: I KILL BRAS"
|Date:||July 2nd, 2007 07:18 pm (UTC)|| |
Yea but then people might think I'm some sorta dirty bra-burning hippie or something.
Bras totally suck
but awesome haikus help
to make life better!
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