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Yesterday was fun. I was wearing my new bra for the first time and hadn't realised just how pushy-uppy it was until I nearly fell down the stairs in James' because I couldn't see where I was going. There was a lot of jiggling and giggling and occasionally poking of boobies. I'm still amused that Marks feel the need to put chicken fillets in an F cup. Much much giggling. Seriously, chicken fillets? But by gods did the boobies look boobie-ish. I'm not entirely obsessed with boobs, I swear.

Later on there was pizza and wine and beer with Mary and Chlora, two dear old friends from school who I've not seen in ages. A little bit of freaking one of them out by giggling too much about the many 24 year old boys that I've met this year. A lot of talk of male/female relationships. Absolutely no placenta talk. See, I'm learning. My cheeks are still sore from all the laughing and the grinning and the general feeling as though I was 17 again and we were back sitting on a radiator, trying to avoid going to English because homework was either not done or winging its way to Kells.

Later still, I walked home through the mist with the almost full moon lighting up the town. There wasn't a single car on the Termonfeckin Road, nor another walking. Beautiful end to a fabulous day.

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