TMI boobs rant. My long-time followers will know this is something I need to get off my chest (HAHAHA) occasionally. Sorry.

I am in pain. I am in pain because I’ve been sitting around without a bra on for…ooh, four hours?…and my entire top half is complaining about having to carry the weight without assistance. ‘Well, put a bra on!’ I hear you cry! I can’t! I took it off because it fell apart while I was fucking wearing it. So now, wearing it is pain. Not wearing it is pain. The only other one I own (because they all fall apart quicker than I can afford to replace them and so I have two, to alternate for the sake of washing) is still wet on the airer.

I swear I am THIS CLOSE to going to the doctor tomorrow and begging him to get the NHS to chop the bloody things off. THIS CLOSE.

I know there are far bigger problems to have and I shouldn’t whinge but honestly I just want a day when my back doesn’t hurt. And a bra for which price (