Peep...

Yeah, that's right.

I'm a peep.

Click THIS and peep me!

Do it.

Seriously.

It's the Holiday Season.

They're About This Big...

Date: Thursday, December 21, 2006.

Time: 8:00 pm.

Place: Lingerie Store

Those Present: The Boob Lady, Drunk Pervert, Video Surveillance on wall.

Description of What Went Down:

I'm counting my till, preparing for the evening close.

In walks in Rico Suave.

Rico reeks. Smells like a distillery.

Strutting to the counter, Rico smirks at me.

I ask him if there's anything I can help him find to which he replies: "I need a matching bra and panty set."

I oblige in the beginning of the hunt.

Rico follows me around like a lost puppy while I show him some popular selections.

Rico decides that he's found the perfect gift.

I ask what size he's looking for.

He looks lovingly at my chest.

I suppress a gag.

He notices me looking oddly at him.

He then asks me to put a few different sizes of bras on the counter.

I oblige.

Once the bras are placed on the counter, Rico proceeds to stare each bra down and then slowly his hands creep up towards the counter ledge.

I wonder why he's acting so peculiar, other than the fact that he's clearly shitfaced.

Turns out that Rico simply wanted to cup all the bras in size sequence to see approximately what boob size he was looking to purchase the bra for.

I raise an eyebrow. (I'm good at that)

Rico decides on the 36 B.

I anticipate seeing this bra return to my store on the 27th of December when the mall re-opens.

**Open letter to drunk pervs**

Dear Drunk Perv,

Don't come in my store drunk and cup my bras after staring at my chest and deeming my hooters too big.

You're gross.

Sincerely,

The Boob Lady

Best. Video. Ever...

The following is NSFW. (Not safe for work) I'm sure most of you normal people are all on "Vacation" now.

Enjoy it.

Once I'm done taking over the retail world, there will ONLY be vacation for us retail lackeys.

Not you fancy pants nine to fivers.

This video is simply amazing.

Seriously.

This might be the best thing I've seen all year.

It is my present to you.

Happy Holidays!

Crazy Cat Lady...

Okay, so, I totally stole this from Megan at By & By because it's me.

Or at least it will be.

Call me a thief, call me a liar, but don't EVER call me the Crazy Cat Lady.

At least not yet.

Okay, now.

My Holiday Sweater...

Here is something special just for Vikki. I'm not sure that she even reads this, but if she does, she'll get the joke.

If not, enjoy my Christmas sweater.

Marathon...

I can't friggin' wait.

T minus 3 days until the 24 best hours of the season.

In case you were wondering, yes, the answer is yes.

I will be sitting on the floor, drinking wine alone, in my underpants and watching this movie.

Over and over.

And over.

Best scene?

Anything starring Scut Farkus.

Tag, Tag, Bo, Bag...

I got meself tagged again, this time by Dirty.

Enjoy...

A-Available or single?

B-Best Friend? Mema.

C-Cake or pie? Cake. Always Cake. Unless it's lemon meringue.

D-Drink of choice? Pepsi.

E-Essential item I use every day... Blistex.

F-Favorite color? Black.

G-Gummy Bears or Gummy worms? Gummy Worms. Sour ones.

H-Hometown? Labrador.

I-Indulgence...Lobster.

J-January or February? February.

K-Kids and names... Nada. Two cats, that counts.

L-Life is incomplete without? Pepsi, candles and drunken sex. Or sex period. (I'll steal most of Dirty's answer)

M-Marriage date...Whenever I am cryogenically UNfrozen.

N-Number of siblings...1 younger brother.

O-Oranges or apples? Oranges. Unless I have Mema's Apple Crisp.

P-Phobias or fears? Car Accidents or being the crazy cat lady spinster.

Q-Favorite quote? "Balls!"

R-Reasons to smile...Christmas is almost over!

S-Season? Fall.

T-Tag 3 or 4 people...Jonah, Frank, and Amy.

U-Unknown fact about me... I don't like to sit on my couch. I very rarely sit on furniture, always on the floor.

V-Vegetable you don't like...Peas. Never have. Never will.

W-Worst habit...Swearing like a sailor.

Y-Your favorite food? Mema's Seafood Lasagna.

Z-Zodiac? Leo.

Debate...

I honestly debated with myself for quite some time this evening.

You see, if you've read any of my comments, you'll notice that there are a few there that are requesting some "discreet" pictures of my ta-tas to judge whether or not they're really as big as people seem to say they are. (To my face, in my store...)

In the end, common sense won, and for now, you will have to settle for this lovely picture. A chaste woman in a turtleneck.

Sadly, it's not even really of me. Although, my PhotoShop skills are truly a sight to behold. (It's late, fuck off...)

Soon Jonah, Soon...

An Open Letter To Christmas...

First, let me start off by saying, I know it's baby Jesus' birthday, and I mean no offense to Christmas.

Dear Christmas,

Please be over soon.

Seriously, I am so over you.

I am currently prepared to cancel Christmas altogether.

I have been working for a little over a week now, with 4 days to go.

This is sheer lunacy.

Mean customers, creepy mall lurkers, old ladies in stirrups and Christmas sweaters, hooligans, and screaming babies.

Make. It. Stop.

Pretty please?

I can't handle much more of this.

I am tired, cranky, and completely unable to sleep properly.

I am beginning to develop a tic.

I've consumed entirely way too much Pepsi.

I may have also eaten my fair share of chocolates and cookies already.

I mean, come on, is it even right?

The answer is no.

Christmas is a time for sharing, for being with your family, for enjoying eachothers' company.

Not for buying exorbitant amounts of presents and pushing people around with empty shopping carts.

In closing, I would like to apologize again to Christmas. Please don't be mad at me. I really do love you, I just wish you would go away.

Sincerely,

The Boob Lady

The Flippin' Celebutard Thing...

http://www.myheritage.com

This one's for you Chris... Although, my look-a-likes are a smidge hotter than your Capriati. That one will go down as a classic.

Oh, and never you mind about the whole "angry" looking thing I've got goin' on. Don't ask. I'm being sassy.

Ella...

I came across this Ella Fitzgerald song a while back and then while reading the Mitch Albom book "For One More Day", the lyrics to the song are in there too.

They struck a chord in me somewhere, just thought I'd share...

"You're walking along the street, or you're at a party,

Or else you're alone and then you suddenly dig,

You're lookin' in someone's eyes, you suddenly realize

That this could be the start of something big."

Who knows what path we're all on, where we're supposed to be, what we should be doing with our lives?

When is it time to step back, look at your place in line, wonder what it is you're doing?

Will you know?

Jack In A Box...

Celebrity Look-A-Likes...

This thing is a piece of shit.

Pure, unadulterated turd.

Seriously.

My results will be postponed until tomorrow when this stinkin' site can process my "collage" without an error.

Chris, I know you'll take special enjoyment out of this, solely based on the fact that I made fun of you for looking like Jennifer Capriati.

Seriously...

Another old bag told me my tits were huge at the store yesterday.

There was a witness to this travesty.

I almost couldn't believe that it happened again, literally, for the third day in a row.

K (My Assistant) just kind of stood there agape.

After aforementioned old bag said this, I smacked my fist in my palm and said: "Third day in a row... wow."

That was it, nothing more.

The old bag apologized.

Yeah, they're big. So?

Gee, Your Hair Smells Terrific...

A seemingly uneventful evening this past Monday quickly took a turn for the worst when I was preparing my close.

A gentleman came in and started rooting through my lovely clean panty table.

I should tell you that my panty table looks impeccable. Always.

Until men come in at quarter to nine and mess it up.

This literally sends creepy crawlies down my back. I hate it.

So, he's rooting, digging, using his claws to trample the poor table and when I ask if he needs help, he says he's fine.

I'm patiently waiting while he's got his panties in one hand and begins to look through the sleepwear.

He comes to the counter and lays his goods down.

It's at this point that I realize he's drunk.

Totally inebriated.

As I'm ringing in his purchases, I notice that he's leaning a little bit closer to me, inch by inch.

I'm still being polite, telling him his total, taking his money, slowly leaning back.

He's still coming.

I notice that his eyes seem to be closing a little, he's sniffing.

He's SMELLING me!!!

Seriously.

I am almost sitting on the opposite counter since he's practically straddling my counter and

smelling away.

I smile, pass him his change and wish him a nice evening and a Happy Holiday.

He turns to leave and just as he's about to exit the premises, he turns to me and tells me how nice I smell.

With that, he's gone.

Out the door.

Like an apparition.

A drunk apparition who likes to smell attractive sales people with nice boobs.

Tag Bitches...

Holy Crap. I got tagged again.

This time, by Frank. I am to tell you childhood crushes. I'll spill, but it won't be pretty.

The first hardcore crush I can remember without straining my brain far back into my repressed childhood (I'm kidding...) is a boy I'll call J. We'd been in school together for as long as I can remember and were pretty inseperable. We'd sit together in music class, lingeringly touch hands under the desk, make googly eyes at eachother. I actually went to school with J up until high school graduation. We always stayed close, but never quite made the transition to boyfriend/girlfriend.

My next crush who I'll call JK was when I was in the 6th Grade. He was in 7th. I think that says it all. He was my first kiss. In a field, just outside his house. It was glorious. I still remember feeling like my lips were going to explode while I ran home. They were buzzing. Ah, the first kiss.

The next crush I go for here was a boy, B, that drove the ice cream cart in my neighbourhood. I flirted with my eyes while laying on a blanket on my front lawn every summer afternoon. He became my "boyfriend" not long after that but it didn't last. I think for me it was the thrill of the chase.

Another, was a guy that I went to high school with. I was in Grade 10, He was in 12th. We'll call him JP. (Turns out I had a thing for J's...) We lived pretty close to eachother (He was about 6 houses away) and walked to and from school or rode the bus together. Somehow, one day, (I'm sorry if you're reading this mom...) we ended up making out in a little cubby hole by the bathrooms. We'd do that literally every day. We'd never call eachother boyfriend or girlfriend, but just enjoyed hanging out.. Or making out. Whatever. (Again, mom, I am sorry)

I had a crush on a younger french guy in University for a while. He was hot. I was the older woman in that scenario... I think he enjoyed that. I know I did.

That's it. Or at least all I can tell you about. Any more and I'd have to get rid of you.

I now tag Dirty and Jonah.

Dammit!!!

I forgot to tag again. I'm new to this whole "tag" thing, so here you go, again...

The five tag-ees for the "5 Songs to describe how I'm feeling right now" are: (in no particular order)

Marni, Chris, Jonah, Frank, and Hootch. Song away folks!!

PS: Last time I don't tag properly, I promise.

PPS: I still can't fucking comment. I even cleared my cache.

If You Need To Do Laundry...

Do yourself a favor... Check this out. I can't even wait.

I would also like to wash my panties on Gerard Butler's abs.

Seriously.

Holy Tag Batman...

I've been tagged again. This time, by dirty.

She would like me to tell you the 5 songs that describe how I'm feeling right now.

So, without further ado, here they are.

1. Clap Hands - Beck (I love this song, I dance around the store when it comes on... Not a feeling per se, but still, I enjoy it..)

2. 12:59 Lullaby - Bedouin Soundclash (This song reminds me that I'm up until all hours of the night due to my insomnia because, although my body is exhasted, my mind is always running.)

3. Sweet Ones - Sarah Slean (Just like it)

4. Welcome to the Jungle - G 'n' R (Let's face it, I work in retail...)

5. Enjoy the Silence - Depeche Mode (Mostly cause I'd like to...)

That's it, nothing fancy.

I've got a great rack though, so I can get away with it.

Baby Got Tagged! (Tag-ees)

When I got tagged, since it was my first, I wasn't sure of the protocol.

I would like to tag the following people for the whole "5 things you don't know about me"...

Dirty, Hootch, Jonah, (Even though I know he won't do it) Grant, (Although I don't know if he's done it or not) and Jen.

Hooray.