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Tuesday, September 27, 2005

No, not the mall!


I need these things.
Originally uploaded by barliss2.
I need clothes. Bad! All my pants are starting to look like I took a dump in them because they are getting so big on me. I mean I know I lost some weight, but I didn't think I lost that much. I'm probably down to about where I was at college, which means I'm maybe a 4? But, really I have no clue, because I haven't been to a mall since..... that time I went with Maya and Steve to Express to buy a skirt. Maybe early summertime? And that's where my problem lies. I HATE THE FUCKING MALL! Yes, I love some of the stores. Club Monoco, Anthropologie, Bennetton- if Detroit had a Sisley I'd be there in a second- and for my cheap side H&M (which they don't have here either, fucking useless Detroit). But I can't afford those kind of clothes right now. Well, maybe a little, but not my whole wardrobe. And that's what I think I need. A WHOLE NEW FUCKING WARDROBE! My jackets are too big, my pants, even my underwear! It's insane. Shirts are too short, or not long enough. Everything is about 2 years old, and has pitt stains on them.

This is basically what happens when you lose your butt and boobs at the gym. I should find them. Get them back somehow? Maybe eat a twinkie or two (ugh, even the thought of it makes me sorta sick).

So, if you'd like to donate to my wardrode, I'm sure I have some wish lists on one of those links over there. My birthday isn't until January and I haven't celebrated Chanukah (or is it Hannukah? can't us Jews pick a way and stick with it!) in years, but maybe this year someone will pity me and my sad oversized wardrobe.

But honestly, I know what's gonna happen. I'll go to my favorite thrift store in Royal Oak, where nothing will fit but I'll just have to have it because it has some weird design on a sleeve and I'll do this because I don't want to step inside a fucking mall, where there's crying brats, rich snobby trophy wives and gooey pretzels to bother me. And mom, that goes for Outlet stores too. In fact, they are worse!

2 Comments:

Blogger Seth Gunderson said...

Forget the penis pills, buy deodorant instead of anti-deodorant and you won't have to worry about pit stains.

1:56 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

penis pills. sign me up. i'll take a crate load.

4:00 PM  

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