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I emailed my mother, asking her what bra size she wore when she finished up with puberty... so that reply should be fun a-plenty. I don't imagine I'll end up all that large... that would be too convenient for my idiom, wouldn't it? I have to say, jiggling around while brushing my teeth is quite gratifying. Or maybe I'm just ultra-violent with a toothbrush. Probably isn't going to be long before I can no longer pass them off as me flabbing out. Hopefully by then all the hairs'll be burned outta my face.

(I've been taking photos roughly every month. The last month has been, mmm, impressive, although some of it might very well be the aforementioned flabbing out. I've been losing some of my discipline. Dishes in the sink for three days in a row, crazy Lord of the Flies stuff like that.)

That tiny abrasion on my elbow has bloomed into quite an impressive bruise. I'm pretty proud of it... I'm all like one of those extreme sports guys n' shit.