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Turn around, boys. Go to a different page.

I started writing another song yesterday. It's a swing song called "Freak of Nature" about my recent purchase of a padded bra.

I don't know why I got a padded bra, I've never really needed one. Maybe it looked comfortable, I don't remember now. All I know is that when I wear it I start misjudging spaces and I walk into walls and stuff. Kind of like the time I was wearing a safari hat at Zoe's birthday party. That extra 1/3 of an inch can mess you up. Anyway, The song wasn't very good (big surprise!) so I gave up on it.

I was standing in the living room last night wearing my new bra (with a pretty green sweater over it. What sort of person do you think I am? [you: "someone who talks about undergarments?"]) and I noticed, out of the corner of my eye, that my mom was staring at me. She was checking me out. I finally looked over at her like, "What?"

And she said, "Wow! You've lost weight!"

I decided not to tell her what was really different about me. But I've just told you.

sorry.