Breasts

I dont believe it is humanly possible to explain how much i love breasts. i dont care if they are huge and obnoxious. or small and insignificant. small and saggy to huge and saggy. i love them all. no exceptions. well. i wont nibble if they are like missing parts of them cause of some disease. im not counting breast cancer. i mean like some STD or something that eats your breasts. something like that. yeah... im weird

Options

Sitting here looking up at the computer screen seeing that the wants and needs i have are closer now than they have ever been before i realize the the possibility of achieving the ideals that i have set ahead of myself are to strenuous to achieve. i believe that the $5 i get a day for lunch will add up to enough money by only spending $2 of that a day and ending the week with a total of around $15. that leaves me half way to my first want. the second want is almost unattainable unless i get a job. but by not eating i become unbelievable depressed and sad and no one would hire me cause im such a wreck when i haven't eaten. but if i spend my money on food and then get the job things will work out. sadly the soonest opportunity that i see for a job is mid November that's after objective one has already passed so that option doesn't work. but then it pushes back the date of when i intend to have enough money for option 2. option 3 purely has nothing to do with me it is me trying to be nice and generous in hopes that i will receive the emotional and mental satisfaction that people refer to as a feeling of being accepted i guess. its a concept that makes no sense to me at all. the things that i would like to achieve have never ending loop holes and drawback and none of them hold any concrete ability to help me through anything of any significance. saveing money isnt an option. eating isnt an option. waiting for money to come to me isnt an option.