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Women usually complain about having to buy a bathing suit. It's pretty difficult to find something comfortable and flattering, and we end up as frustrated as a Cathy comic in the dressing room and storm out. I have a similar experience with bra shopping, as well. The last couple of days I've noticed something happening to the straps of my standard go-to bras. The elastic is quitting. The straps are beginning to fray. It's time to go bra shopping. And yes, I'd pretty much rather die. First of all, there seems to be more than a million different styles, fabrics, clasps, shapes, etc. out there. Guys, you aren't the only ones overwhelmed when you walk in the back room of Victoria's Secret. Only instead of being able to just ask a salesperson to pick one out for you, I have to sit there and think to myself, "Is this going to be itchy? uncomfortable? slide around? full coverage vs. demi? padding? nipple coverage? breathability?" and endless other crap things that I have to consider before strapping these things in. Then I get aggravated at the mere fact that these things really aren't THAT big and don't exactly warrant some high-tech device or much of anything at all, yet at the same time I can't exactly go all 'women's lib' and let them flop around while I reenact some National Geographic photo spread. And the prices? HOLY CRAP the prices. Why are bras so expensive? Now I am more than willing to invest for quality, especially for something I'd wear daily, but if I'm going to pay $90 for a bra it better be made out of fucking kevlar. Argh.

Moving back ITP this weekend. Molly gets her very first fenced-in (eventually) backyard. It's huge with trees and lots of running space - she is going to go nuts. And I'm going from one pretty great roommate to another. Things are very good.

Our annual girls get-together will be taking place right in my very own city this year. I'm happy to play tour guide, as well, and I thought it would be fun to put together a little mix CD of songs that have to do with Atlanta. I'll be including the obvious players (OutKast, et al), and will be including some Atlanta-ish groups (B-52s, REM) as well. I did some googling to see if there were any obscure songs I might have missed, and came across this little gem called F.I.L.A. (Forever I love Atlanta):

Imma grady baby atl! and all my life da avis so crunk as hell you dont wanna step too close or go too far cuz weh im from shawty niggas beat you down with they car FILA brought up from my head to my feet niggas on da block wit da rock they dont sleep man South Dekalb mall be the crunkest shit uh you can roll to buckhead and gone fall on a bitch im a giant ass playa ill stomp on a hata imma pop this shit off in zone 3 to decatur

Hmmm... I think I'm going to go ahead and cross that one off the list.

Maroon 5 is basically the gay heir to the Eagles’ throne: shitty LA muzak to star fuck to.