posted on Tuesday, Jan. 30, 2007 @ 19:39
after my dental appointment today (got a permanent crown put on and prepped for a bridge) i went to target. of course the one right across the street was randomly closed due to a power outage. (what?) i had to do the unthinkable and get on the�ugh�interstate and go to the other target like five minutes away. i got some cute new shoes. now no one can bug me about my laces being untied because these don't tie!
i was looking at the chick clothes to receive a little inspiration to not eat like a cow. though i guess cow's don't eat that poorly since all they munch is grass. ok, sow. pigs'll eat anything. anyhoo, i picked up some shirts that were a 2x. i figured they would at least closely fit, but in the land of target 2x=L. these two i couldn't even get over my tits. in addition to realizing yeah, i need to drop a couple sizes (which is really all i want, like three sizes; i don't want to be a skinny bitch), i got really angry.
are you prepared for a little healthy self-esteem? it doesn't appear often, so be warned it's coming.
i am a hot chick, damn it, and just because i'm a size 20 and naturally have DDD tits does not mean i have to wear muumuus and look like shit all the time. i don't want shirts that are solid colors. i don't want shirts that tie around the waist in an effort to hide my gut. no thank you on tunics because i am too damn short people! i want nothing with spandex or elastic, and i don't think that's much to ask!!!
the places i do get relatively tolerable clothes, like torrid and lane bryant don't even have that fantastic of a selection. i'm grateful i can at least get regular jeans. god bless denim.
in all this rage in my dressing room, last stall on the right, i stumbled upon a 2x that actually fit.
me: "i don't know what's up with my hands there."
owen: "you're encircling your next victim and saying :makes grudge lady's groaning noise:"
it looks like steve's from blue's clues. :D r.i.p. steve.
whoooaaa...wait, what? apparently steve is a musician now.
my mind is blown. click it and go to his myspace page! earlier i was singing the mail song when owen went to check ours. now i guess i have decent songs to sing. hmmm.