I’ve been at my new apartment for about three weeks now. In that short amount of time I’ve already been witness to bar patron drama and numerous MediVac landings at the hospital across the street. I’ve also been sprayed by the sprinklers, noticed a couple all but fornicating in the pool, and watched my sister “punk” a rabbit that was chilling in the courtyard.
I’ve also had the pleasure of meeting a few of my neighbors. While I can honestly say that I have yet to see any as colorful as those at my last apartment, I’m not lacking interesting people to observe.
While in the laundry room a week or so ago, I ran into the girl who lives directly across the hall from me. I discovered that we lived across from one another when I returned to my apartment and inadvertently ended up following her. She seems like your typical twenty-something female. Except that she has an odd fashion sense, trademarked by her decision to wear only those things which will show off her breasts.
My sister lovingly nicknamed her “Titty Ashley”.
We actually met her breasts before we met the rest of her. She was bent over, pulling clothes out of a dryer when I glanced up and noticed her. I thought she was topless. My sister claims to have seen nothing but breasts, hair, and legs. But eventually we both realized there was a person attached to those breasts. Granted… she was wearing a black unitard that might really have just been leggings pulled up over her nipples. But she was whole, none the less.
She’s very nice. I feel a tiny bit guilty even writing this. And if I hadn’t seen her again the next day… and the next… and the next… sporting some busty ensemble that just barely contains her breasts I probably wouldn’t even be writing this. Even my parents, who were in town for a visit this weekend, noticed and commented on Titty Ashley, or TA as we call her for short.
It’s one thing to be proud of what you’ve got. It’s one thing to shake whacha momma gave ya. It’s quite another to walk around virtually topless because your tiny tops can’t keep your ginormous knockers in check.
To quote a funny show… “it’s a bit like trying to get toothpaste back into the tube”…
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What is it with you and the laundry room? Also, the look is interesting. I’m going to start calling you “Madonna” — always reinventing your look.
Haha. The laundry room is apparently where all the “cool kids” hang out or something. I guess I keep running into interestings folks in there because it’s really the only place that we all have to share. LOL.
As far as the look, yeah… I can’t decide on one. I think this is about the tenth change I’ve made since moving to readermeetauthor.com. But I really like this one. I can switch the header graphic out on a whim, too… so I think I’m gonna stick with this one. For a while, anyway :P
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Leave it to an old person to fall asleep at the computer. Did you forget your afternoon nap Richard? :P HAHA!
You are such a dork! ;)
Hey, what happened to the cool pastoral picture? The blue thing reminds me what I saw when I got whacked in the head a year and a half ago. :P
Grrrrr
I’m throwing a visual fit. Haha.
Still throwing a fit
I miss TA.
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[...] She’s Busting A… Something This post was about a neighbor we nicknamed “Titty Ashley” or TA for short It appears that TA graduated the same day my sister did. And she wasted no time moving on with her future. She graduated in the afternoon and by nightfall had moved out. No more TA. So it’ll be interesting to see who moves in to take her place. [...]