there is approximately one thing in my life that isn’t wretchedly stressful right now, and that’s being not-fat for the first time in years and years. screw health benefits, screw appearances, what’s really fun about this is buying pants. i love to buy little pants. now finances are one of the biggest stresses i’ve got, but i still manage to shop every week. this week it was four pairs of pants: 1 pr. low rise stretch khakis (express), 1 pr. flowery beachy low-rise capris (mossimo), 1 pr. limited boot cut jeans, 1 pr. unionbay shortalls. TCO = $3.96.
yeah, i raided whatsisname’s change jar to buy pants i didn’t need unless you consider the sort of happiness that results from indulging in odd fixations to be a need. i do, especially in times of stress, but … well, i can name at least one person who vehemntly disagrees (and does so in a tone of voice usually reserved for the discovery of dogshit on shoes).
i am going to really enjoy getting away from that tone of voice. i wonder if its echoes will ever fade completely away, though, it’s gotten so he can be berating me without even knowing he’s doing it, or even what i’ve done to deserve it.
dammit. that does need to stop, doesn’t it? well, i’ll be needing more change, the only way to deal with this sort of thing is keep shopping the 99� rack until i can do so completely free of any lingering aftereffects of the last dozen years.
it’ll be rough, but i’m determined.